But, he has a knack for folding laundry and he makes a perfect pot of coffee.
My husband doesn't love it, but he does it...the dreaded laundry. The piles of towels, the uniforms, the smelly muddy boy clothes, the mismatched socks, the much too teeny tiny things she calls underwear and every stitch of clothing in between.
He doesn't have to do it. He chose it years ago, as one of his must do weekend chores. He likes piles and order, sorting and delivery. He likes that at some point, it is finished. And by Sunday evenings, it is all done!
I do not think about it much, the fact that I seldom do laundry. Thinking about it now, though, is nice!
He doesn't do bathrooms or kitty liter, Christmas shopping or gourmet meals, but the laundry thing I mentioned...is enough to make up for most of that!
And every night, before he goes to bed, he makes a perfect pot of coffee and sets the timer...just for me...he doesn't even drink it.
I don't think I've thanked him lately, but I know he reads my blog!
And may I also add....I bet that packing lunches could be just as rewarding as laundry if given the opportunity to pack them every night. Hmmmmm.
Enjoy your week!
Linking up here with Leigh vs Laundry for 52 Weeks of Happiness!