laundry

so my husband and i both work full time, and each of us has a two hour per day commute. nice huh? so we both pretty much split the housework. there are no set rules, like he does the kitchen, i do the bathrooms, its just that we both put off whatever needs to be done until we both just break down and do it. except for the laundry. now, we all know that you HAVE to have clean clothes. so they pile up in the laundry room until we dont have anything to wear, and then i usually end up throwing them all in the washer. now there used to be this unspoken rule...i would wash all of the clothes, if he would fold them. (neither of us would put them away, they would just sit in the baskets where we would grab them as needed). well a couple of months ago, travis just stopped folding the clothes. no reason, no explanation. just stopped. but i kept washing, so i would just pile the clothes out of the dryer on to the top of the dryer where they would stay until we needed them. (we are classy people). occasionally, the pile would grow to such gargantuan proportions that i would have to haul it to the couch where it would sit for weeks. until one day my dear sweet husband says "sweetie, i dont mean to be mean, but you are not allowed to do laundry anymore unless you fold it."

excusemewhatthehelldidyoujustsayimusthaveheardyouwrongright?????

oh no he didnt.

so i said, (like the responsible, mature adult that i am), "ok, well i just wont do it at all. so there."

so i didnt do any laundry. until i ran out of clothes. and i had to do laundry. but being the crafty person that i am, i only did my laundry. and i still piled it on top of the dryer. this went on for about a month until i couldnt take it anymore. so yesterday i made a deal. i told travis that i would fold all of the laundry if he would put it away...a task that both of us hate more than folding. he actually agreed to it...but so far i am about sixteen loads ahead of him. all of the clothes are still on top of the dryer....but now they are folded. i think i am going to say to him, ever so nicely, "sweetie, you are not allowed to wear clothes anymore unless you put them away."

that ought to go over well.