Today's challenge topic to issue a public apology goes out to my sweet husband in response to a wonderful remark he made not that long ago. Let me set up the scene a bit. The laundry (my laundry) that had been cleaned was still sitting on the couch after about a week. I had laid it out there after it got out of the dryer so it wouldn't wrinkle and ran out the door to go to some unknown location. Then upon coming home I got busy and forgot all about it. Babe didn't mention much about it, though I knew he wanted it put away. My plan was to get it put up before he said anything, I had it scheduled and everything. Well he got home early on said scheduled day and I had just made it into the living room to start it when he came in (as in I hear his car pull up and ran my behind in there to get started). You could tell he was relieved to see it being done. My response, "I'm sorry I suck at life". He responded with a kiss on my head and an "Oh dear, you don't suck at life... just laundry." So here is my apology to him for sucking at
I apologize for the fact that laundry is something I have never been good at. I am sorry that this leaves you to do your own because 1.) I tried to do yours once and you said it was ok that you would do it yourself (apparently wrinkles are not part of your laundry standards) and 2.) I only really do my own once a month and you need your clothes cleaned before then. I am glad I can at least wash your boxers upon occasion as those can sit wrinkled when I forget that the clothes have been sitting in the dryer for a few days.
I am sorry that the suitcase of clothes from our trip to Disneyland will probably sit unpacked by our bedroom door for days. I promise to try to get it emptied (and the clothes put away in their proper place) by... Wednesday? Yes, I think Wednesday is a good goal.
I am sorry that I forget to do things like wash the dishes and mop the floors when they need to be done because I have been busy with blogging and photos and sometimes a good book. Thank you for bearing with me and pardoning my dust as I learn to do this acts of service thing, as that is your primary love language.
I am sorry that once each month the whole tidying thing gets even worse, need I say completely left by the wayside, as I moan on the couch while you bring me home Advil and reassurances that you love me because I get a little crazy and need the affirmation.
I am sorry that I get frustrated when, after having felt like I spent all day cleaning, you come in and hardly notice. Mainly because, though I worked all day ("little" breaks of course), it doesn't really look like much was done. At least not done like you would have done it and its something that should just be done so you don't consider it praise worthy (it isn't really but it's me were talking about). You wouldn't require thanks for it and don't think about it but since words of affirmation is part of my love language I do and therefore get snippy. Sorry! It's just that getting the counters to shine without streaks is a feat against nature for me and I feel proud of myself. I know it's silly!
Thank you for bearing with me. For putting up with my crazy. For being a clean and tidy man who picks up my very large amount of slack. I love that we compliment each other and that where I will start a task and stop in the middle you will start and not stop until it is complete. Our house truly sparkles when it has been cleaned by your hands. I love that my "live-in-organized-chaos" soul met your "tidy-likes-everything-in-its-place" soul and that we get to live out our version of happily ever after.
Your Procrastinating, Laundry-hating Wife
|See that smiling face? Cleaning makes him happy! I wouldn't want to take that from|
him, would I? And yes, he would be sweeping OUTSIDE. He is insuring there will
not be leaves for people to track inside.