Do you actually have a dust buster? Do they still make those things?? :)
Do you actually have a dust buster? Do they still make those things?? :)
I find this hilarious because the comments have made me out to be anally over-clean and yet when it comes to socks, we just chuck all the clean socks in a giant basket because I just can't be bothered to sit around pairing up fucking socks.
OMG, there is nothing that gives me a feeling of satisfaction more than seeing a giant mountain of laundry all neatly folded and stacked in front of me. I'll be over after work.
Of course, this thread is giving me a real "teachable" moment about how anally overclean I apparently am.
Well, first of all, shirts should be folded uniformly so they stack neatly in the closet/drawer. Secondly, if you fold them correctly, they have fewer wrinkles/lines in them when you unfold them. Thirdly, he asked to learn how to fold them like I do, so I keep trying to teach him.
And while what you've described is "presentable" it certainly isn't "clean". Not by any definition, which you yourself admit. I'm not judging or saying it is bad (because honestly, most days I'm barely "presentable") just saying that "clean" is "clean" and anything less isn't "clean".
From your comment on the laundry, I'm guessing that we have different ideas of clean! But I mean, if you live with someone and/or love someone, you would think that you could come to a compromise. Like, if you know that it drives me absolutely bananas to see your socks all over the floor, would you pick them up for me…
And yes, you are 100% correct. It is one of those "pick your battles" things. If he folds the laundry, I consider it a win. That said, when we first got together and folded laundry together, he asked how to do it and for the life of him could not figure it out, which is why I keep trying to teach him to do it. It's…
This. Totally this. My husband's mother sent him out into the world without a shred of an idea of how to take care of himself. He once called me across the country with a question on a box of mac and cheese (not kidding). Now we're getting divorced and I find myself doing little things like teaching him about the…
And how many freakin' times have you tried to teach him? I mean, I've been over it and over it and over it until I'm blue in the face and yet somehow the concept of folding your sleeves in first seems to be too daunting for an adult male to face.
But do they, really? I mean, if there is still dirt present IT IS NOT CLEAN. If there is still dust there IT IS NOT CLEAN. If there is still a smudge of chocolate/resin/beer IT IS NOT CLEAN.
If she did know MJ as a kid back in the Jackson 5 days, I think her concern about discipline makes sense — she wants to make sure "her" kids aren't getting the Joe Jackson treatment.
We said that for a while. It does make facing infertility (which we deal with) a bit easier because we were prepared for it to go either way — perfectly happy with just the two of us but just as happy if baby made three.
For some reason, this comment made me snort. Loudly.
On the other hand... history.
Totally read it as B.I.G. — about three times in fact because I kept reading the headline trying to figure out what it possibly meant! I'm still not sure but I'm off to find out!
Who cares? Who really cares if a few kids are scamming the system out of a few sandwiches? If they want to eat the sandwiches, give them the fucking sandwiches. Someone neglected to give them the necessary sandwiches and now they're hungry. What is your problem with feeding kids? If the sandwiches for kids who don't…
What, are you suggesting that its our constant wars, subsidies to multi-national farms, or tax-breaks for massive oil companies? Obviously it is the damn kids and their damn peanut butter sandwiches.
Yes. We have to trick ours by taking them for a walk first and then bringing them directly out back without taking off the leashes. And the towels, shampoo, brush, and scissors all have to be prepared — there can be no waiting! Even with all that, one of them sits there looking at me like I'm beating him within an…