Welcome to my
Series, Week 1
It’s September 26, 2009. I am about to walk down the aisle to a man that I have know for only 8 months. I’m 6 months pregnant and complacently and utterly head over heals in love. I’m in love with this man I have only dated for 8 months. I know, I know “that girl is crazy” right. OK I might have been a little cray cray, but I do not care. It has been over 3 years now since the day I got married and I am ever so happy. BUT… There are many things that I had, or I should say we had to learn about each other. Things I did not know about him.
What the heck? How can somebody not understand the simple thing? Just take the dang cloths out and I will fold them, now I have to wait to start the next load. Which will end up getting put on hold because I absolutely hate doing laundry. I don’t even know why I hate it so much; I just think it’s just one of those jobs. From separating the colors and the dark clothes, to putting them in the wash, waiting for the load to finish, and then organizing them in the right drawers afterward, it all becomes a lot. On top of that, I also need to learn how to correctly wash elastane fabric too because I have never been able to do this right. There is a special way of doing it, and even though I don’t like laundry, I need to persevere with it. So, as you can imagine, when my husband does what he does with the laundry, I lose my flow. If I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll don’t mess with it.