Sunday Vent Session!

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My husband, who was pretty much living in squaller when I met him, apparently gives zero fucks about the time and energy it takes to wash and fold all of his damned clothes. Who wears like, 3 sets of clothes a day?
I finally get the energy to fold and put away the 3 baskets of clean laundry, mostly all his, and all of his drawers look like they've been rummaged through by burglars or something. Stacks and stacks of folded shirts just haphazardly tossed aside like "hey you, FUCK the time you took to fold these, I need the shirt at the VERY bottom and nothing's getting in my way!"
Arghhh. I know I'm overreacting. I told him I'm on a laundry strike. Let him walk around looking like a crazy bag man.

[carabassa]

elizabethnevadap - When H and I first started dating (yikes, almost 11 years ago!) I made it very clear that he would do his own laundry.

In my house growing up, everyone did their own laundry (by about age 10.) And knowing his laundry patterns, I knew that if we "both did each others'" that would mean that I did his all the time. So, nipped that in the bud from the beginning. Your dirty clothes, you wash them.

[kcebeling]

I've started rolling the stuff in the drawers so it's easier to get to the bottom without leaving a path of destruction. And he is kind of a jerk for wearing three outfits each day...my husband does that with dishes and it makes me crazy.

[oopsiedaisies]

I hate my second job...its only one day a week, but I literally work twice as many hours and twice as hard, for the same money I make at the other restaurant I work at. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last there.

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Jan 25, 2015 12:05:10 GMT -5 kcebeling said:

I've started rolling the stuff in the drawers so it's easier to get to the bottom without leaving a path of destruction. And he is kind of a jerk for wearing three outfits each day...my husband does that with dishes and it makes me crazy.

That's a way better idea. Maybe if I can get past this seething anger in my gut, I'll implement that.

[queenb]

i.imgur.com/O3xFBKu.jpg

This changed my life. But my husband and I do our own laundry too.

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^why haven't I thought of that?!

[tigger815]

I feel your pain. I had energy yesterday and folded what felt like a months worth of laundry. Just had to be put away. Husband rummaged through it and it's all trashed this morning. Enjoy your pile. NOT fixing it.

My Sunday rant. I feel like total Crum and my daughter is being the most needy child ever and deliberately misbehaving. I think I'm going to lock myself in bedroom.

[arimaythea]

You all have reminded me that I need to get cracking on the laundry from this week... dang.

My rant is that I ran some errands this morning and things just did not go my way. I had to add air to the tires in our car, but the air machine I used would sometimes just let air out of the tires rather than fill them up - it was a constant battle trying to get the tires to fill more than they deflated. Then when I was grocery shopping (along with the thousand other people preparing for the snow) I dropped two glass jars of pickles on the floor and shattered them. Woops. The aisle was full of people who witnessed my clumsiness, but everyone around me was nice and said "it happens to everyone at some time", so they made me feel a little better. I picked up some Reeses Peanut Butter Hearts as a pick-me-up but when I opened them in the car to eat them, they were crushed and melty - sads.

[aelias]

My husband told me he did the laundry on Friday evening. I was very grateful until I went downstairs this morning and found out that he had folded exactly none of it.

I blame my MIL (which is easy because I don't particularly like her anyway) for failing to teach her sons the basics of keeping up a home. My son will know how to fold and put away the damn laundry.

[divinemsbee]

I love my husband, I really do. But why, why, in the name of everything holy does he have to decide today is the day to drag shit out and strew? I've been trying to clean our house up because it reached intense levels after Christmas when I wasn't feeling well.

I have asked him to do less than 5 things: Wash the dogs (because bending over the tub is really hard on my core and I don't feel like lifting wet slippery dogs), clean the cat box (because I can't), put the new registration sticker on the car (which would take maybe a minute), and make sure there is air in the tires because I have somewhere to go early in the morning and it would be nice if he would deal with it.

I asked him to do these things starting Friday afternoon. How many of them has he done? Zero. What did he decide was his best use of time today? To go into the 'junk closet' in his office and dig around looking for a single Gameboy cartridge that he hasn't played in over a year. And, of course since he didn't find it, it's become a damn obsession. Through every box and closet and cabinet in the fucking house. Which leads to him finding more stuff that for some reason then needs to be piled places like our dining room table. He's not looking through things, throwing trash away and organizing what's left, which, while not ideal right now I could at least get on board with, oh no, he's just strewing things all over the house that are going to be stuffed back in the closets and cabinets by me.

And why is it lost to begin with? Could it be because he is incapable of putting like things together, even when I give him bins to put all his stuff in? That is the answer. But now he won't get anything done because he's so fucking fixated that this is the only thing he'll think of for the rest of the day.

[motownthrowdown]

Tmi alert: due to having to wear pads because of discharge, I have developed breakout on my inner thigh/underwear line. When said breakout rubs against my underwear, it bleeds a little and this results in blood spots on my underwear and a mild heart attack. And then I'm running to the bathroom every five minutes for the next hour just to check.

[heavenwhip]

My husband and I also do our own laundry. The only problem with this is that he thinks it makes him exempt from ever having to do any laundry other than his own. No tiny human laundry, or towels, or bedding....... Frustrating!

[runningmommy519]

My husband washes the towels, bedding, DS clothes and his own. But he rarely folds it

[runningmommy519]

I usually end up folding DS'

[divinemsbee]

Jan 25, 2015 13:50:23 GMT -5 motownthrowdown said:

Tmi alert: due to having to wear pads because of discharge, I have developed breakout on my inner thigh/underwear line. When said breakout rubs against my underwear, it bleeds a little and this results in blood spots on my underwear and a mild heart attack. And then I'm running to the bathroom every five minutes for the next hour just to check.

My 'love it/has fucks to give' is in sympathy. Mine does the same thing if I'm wearing a pad all day; it's chafing. And it sucks. Especially when you see blood that you intellectually know is coming from that, but it still freaks you out.

[ajetter]

I wash and dry all the laundry. But I make DH put his own away. None of our laundry has gotten put away in like 3 weeks. Our bedroom is 10x13. We have a king size bed, a dresser, and two small night stands. You can barely walk around the bed, and there is still a pile of laundry on the foot of the bed that I've just been sleeping with. It's pissing me off. But apparently not enough that I'll actually do anything about it.

[RedAero]

I hate receipts. DH does almost daily runs to Costco or Sam's for the restaurant, and empties the receipts from his pockets all over the house. On the table. On the bathroom sink. In the kitchen. On our dresser. He insists that he needs them for tax purposes. However. I have never ever seen them gathered up for this purpose. There are piles of receipts from three years ago, completely illegible at this point, and he refuses to throw them away. OR PUT THEM IN ONE FUCKING PLACE. I've tried to start baggies or a box for him. NOPE. The receptacle always mysteriously disappears and hordes of crumpled receipts keep ending up fucking everywhere.

WTF, DH, WTF.

[linnea21]

I do all our laundry. Well, until recently. I'm a huge procrastinator. There are three baskets in our bedroom that need to be folded and I haven't had the energy. Every morning H asks if he has clean underwear or socks and every morning I just pull them from the baskets. Maybe he'll get the point and fold it himself.... I doubt it.

[purplegaloshes]

Jan 25, 2015 13:10:22 GMT -5 divinemsbee said:

I love my husband, I really do. But why, why, in the name of everything holy does he have to decide today is the day to drag shit out and strew? I've been trying to clean our house up because it reached intense levels after Christmas when I wasn't feeling well.

I have asked him to do less than 5 things: Wash the dogs (because bending over the tub is really hard on my core and I don't feel like lifting wet slippery dogs), clean the cat box (because I can't), put the new registration sticker on the car (which would take maybe a minute), and make sure there is air in the tires because I have somewhere to go early in the morning and it would be nice if he would deal with it.

I asked him to do these things starting Friday afternoon. How many of them has he done? Zero. What did he decide was his best use of time today? To go into the 'junk closet' in his office and dig around looking for a single Gameboy cartridge that he hasn't played in over a year. And, of course since he didn't find it, it's become a damn obsession. Through every box and closet and cabinet in the fucking house. Which leads to him finding more stuff that for some reason then needs to be piled places like our dining room table. He's not looking through things, throwing trash away and organizing what's left, which, while not ideal right now I could at least get on board with, oh no, he's just strewing things all over the house that are going to be stuffed back in the closets and cabinets by me.

And why is it lost to begin with? Could it be because he is incapable of putting like things together, even when I give him bins to put all his stuff in? That is the answer. But now he won't get anything done because he's so fucking fixated that this is the only thing he'll think of for the rest of the day.


Oh my sweet jupiter.  This makes my skin crawl for you.

[kcebeling]

FROM WHERE DOES ALL OF THE FUCKING DUST COME?

[hopefulreturn]

My house is an absolute mess. Laundry is piling up, bathrooms are gross, and it desperately needs to be vacuumed. I try to start a task until interrupted by vomiting. My husband doesn't notice any of this and then applauds himself if he actually does one chore in a day. I'm used to loading up the weekends with cleaning since we both work a lot of hours during the week. I think I'm just admitting defeat till second trimester.

[sunshinelady15]

My husband hinted at hiring a maid again and I got his cell phone and handed it to him, he was like "what's that for?" I said stop hinting and call someone already!! He shut up quickly. I am doing my best and sometimes my best calls for me to lay on my left side with a pillow between my legs and close my eyes!!

[divinemsbee]

Update! The Gameboy cartridge was found!

Where, you may ask? Why, under the head of the bed. Meaning that when I asked if he checked his nightstand (which is where I put any gaming stuff I find when I'm cleaning our room because he mainly plays the Gameboy in bed), he couldn't be bothered to just check the floor around it to see if one of the pets knocked it off.

He's at the gym now (which is cool, he's got a PT test on Tuesday), but I feel comfortable calling it that exactly none of the things I asked him to get done will be done by the end of the weekend. Maybe the cat box. If I needle the hell out of him about it. He wonders why the cat poop gets outside of the box. Well, because I've been asking you to clean it for 3 days and when I did it, it was an EOD thing. It's not hard. Do it.

[econmarie]

My pastor noticed my blump. So much for sneaking a maternity sweater in...clearly can't wear this to work. I just have to make it through Friday, and I can be out!

[astheria]

I miss my love tits. Just sayin.

[princessn678]

Jan 25, 2015 13:50:23 GMT -5 motownthrowdown said:

Tmi alert: due to having to wear pads because of discharge, I have developed breakout on my inner thigh/underwear line. When said breakout rubs against my underwear, it bleeds a little and this results in blood spots on my underwear and a mild heart attack. And then I'm running to the bathroom every five minutes for the next hour just to check.

Try using diaper cream, works great to heal the rash

[jumparoundbucky]

Dearest Toddler,
HOW ON EARTH did you take your diaper off underneath your pajamas last night? I really don't appreciate your 1:30 wake up call letting me know that you, your pjs, your beloved doggie, and your entire bed were soaked. Can you please, for the love of everything holy, leave your effing diaper on tonight? Pregnancy insomnia kicked in, and I was up for the day at 1:30, and no amount of caffeine can fix that.
Love, Mama

PS, listen, or the doggie gets it.

[shellyr]

Jan 25, 2015 13:53:42 GMT -5 heavenwhip said:

My husband and I also do our own laundry. The only problem with this is that he thinks it makes him exempt from ever having to do any laundry other than his own. No tiny human laundry, or towels, or bedding....... Frustrating!

We each do our own laundry too.
You all have given me some food for thought about starting to negotiate the baby's laundry.

[anaberry]

I hate complaining about shit....
Correction, I know I should be more positive, but it's just so easy to complain.
All I wanted was to finish work tasks, and tap off the day with chili amd playing little big planet. Instead, my husband invited my dad and niece over for dinner. No we don't have enough chili for everyone. Frozen fish sticks and frozen sweet potatoe fries it is. You'll do the washing and serving. I will sulk at my loss of fun time.
Oh and to top it all off, DH also asked me to edit his cover letter... Nope. I'm on strike now.