I am new to this Tuesday Tribute thing and I hope I do it justice. It is the brain child of Jay at Halftime Lessons and Deb at Dirty Socks & Pizza. You should go visit them. Basically, what the Tuesday's Tribute involves is shining the light on someone else for the day instead of talking about yourself. I'm really good at talking about others, especially if it involves a smackdown. In this case, there is no smackdown, so that presents its own challenge. It does involve my husband though and just a LITTLE bit of wondering about how that brain of his works. So on with the show:
My husband is a huge help around the house. He lived on his own long enough (he was 31 when we got married) and bought a house right out of college so that he is well versed in housekeeping and he really doesn't mind helping around here. Sometimes I need to "guide" him, but I can handle that.
Lee at MWOB recently wrote about her husband and coupons. That blog entry had me chuckling because I experience the same thing with my husband. And then this weekend, the laundry reiterated some of the same types of issues as husbands and coupons. Laundry for my husband? Not a problem. Special laundry? That's a whole other issue. Often, when he grabs all the dirty laundry on the weekend and goes to the laundry room to get started, he will inevitably come across something of mine that throws him off - a sweater or two, some undergarments, etc. Instead of asking if/how to wash these, he just tosses them onto the laundry room counter top. Or worse yet, he washes them like he washes everything else without asking for any special instructions. Yesterday, I was heading out with some girlfriends and had laundry in the washer and dryer and more to do. I let him know IF he was going to finish up the laundry and I was NOT asking him to actually do that, I needed the item in the washer that was in the "laundry net" to be dried flat and not in the dryer and that the items ON the washer needed to go into the laundry net and put in the washer with their appropriate color. When I first mentioned "if he was going to finish up the laundry" he interrupted me with "Of course I'll finish it. I know that will help you out quite a bit." By the time I got through my explanation of the "special laundry" he said, "Well, maybe I'll just let you take care of it when you get home." What is it that men cannot be responsible for washing the special garments. I know he would tell you he would be moritified that he would ruin one of my cashmere sweaters or my beloved red bra, but really, I gave him very detailed instructions. What could go wrong?