Fucking laundry day...
I am in SO MUCH PAIN! X-/ Equal relationship we are not.
How a laundry day goes:
peting73 throws first two loads in the washing machine when he gets home from work, then goes to daycare to pick up Alexandra. Plays with her and eats a fruit, then changes the loads in the washing maching, getting two more loads going. Cooks late dinner. I get home, help with dinner. I take care of the cats litterbox. Peting puts Alexandra to bed, then goes to computer. I take care of all dishes. I prepare my breakfast for the morning. I pick up any mess. I go down to get all the laundry, fold it and put it away. All of it. And today I baked muffins to bring to work on Friday. It's now 11pm and I just NOW got to sit down.
Did I mention my hip hurts like hell? *grumpy* I seem to get stuck doing the bigger parts of the household work, and I'm the one that gets home at the latest!
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How a laundry day goes:
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Did I mention my hip hurts like hell? *grumpy* I seem to get stuck doing the bigger parts of the household work, and I'm the one that gets home at the latest!
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Problem is that he has a very selective eyesight, apparently. He doesn't see what needs doing or reflect on it. And, unlike me, he does fun stuff (computer, TV, comic, what have you) before the boring stuff (household chores), because that makes sense... *shakes head* So either we have to plan what to do or I have to point whatever needs doing out. And he don't like it when I point it out, so that's not very fun. :-/
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