Last week my husband and I got into a fight over laundry.
I am not a domestic goddess – I fully admit this, although I love the term and often refer to myself as one. The truth is I am not a goddess of domestication. I am disorganized in home maintenance. My five year old son often helps me find things I can’t find. My mother gives me “helpful tips” (which drives me crazy).
I think my husband thought when I was going to work at home (and umm raise our children) the house would be cleaner. HA! Sadly our house is not cleaner. We used to have a cleaning lady come every 2 weeks, now because of budget we are down to once a month. Yuck.
Ever since my crazy one year old has been roaming our house on foot, I find him looking for the next destruction ” fix” so it is really starting to go downhill and the reduced “professional” cleaning is not helping. Our house has hit an all time low and both my husband and I are looking for someone to blame. Often it is the children we blame but occasionally when things are hectic my husband will give me a hard time and then all hell breaks loose.
So last Tuesday (the day of the morning fight) my day started earlier than usual.
I stay up late most nights working on my business stuff. So when morning hits I have a short fuse until I get my coffee. My husband is also tired and can’t find any clean white t-shirts. It starts with him making minor remarks, I then start making mumbles under my breath, he then starts making progressively more annoying remarks until things come to a head and he is mentioning “Why don’t you do the laundry before you start blogging etc!” That’s when my hockey gloves come off – but I am trying to keep my cool in front of the kids. He leaves for work with both of us mad and not saying much to each other.
Later that day I called my husband and told him I was not impressed. I told him if he wants to give me a performance review that it needs to be done professionally. I asked him if his boss would give him a performance evaluation under these conditions?
Things are back to normal again, he laughed over my performance review comments and I feel better for having aired my dirty laundry. His laundry is still piled up, in a ball on the floor.