cute!
We get home from the stores, and I told Roy to go through his pile of clothes. I told him I'm fully convinced that men have clothes piles that are like this:
Kinda Dirty- Mostly Dirty- Real Dirty
Instead of:
Whites-Darks-Colors
So he goes through his pile of laundry (I really have no idea what was clean/dirty/what have you) and he's saying things like, 'clean, dirty, mostly dirty, yup, nope, maybe... uh... well.. yup...'
I'm making the bed. I washed my nasty body sweat from being sick out of the sheets and pillow cases. The next thing I know, he's getting 'comfy'. He's pulling his jeans off, revealing his nastily dirty sweatpants, spotted with only God knows what, and then he proceeds to take off his sweatpants, revealing his Stewie PJs he'd put on last night at bed! I'm staring at him in absolute disbelief, and he's giggling like a little schoolboy, rolling all over the bed mid-make. The harder I look at him in WTF mode, the harder he laughs! Finally I shooed him off the bed, told him to go stick his clothes in the washer, while I made up the majority of the bed. He did come back in and help me.
Finally, something... I like it better when he helps out. That way, it's less stress on me to do everything.
Kinda Dirty- Mostly Dirty- Real Dirty
Instead of:
Whites-Darks-Colors
So he goes through his pile of laundry (I really have no idea what was clean/dirty/what have you) and he's saying things like, 'clean, dirty, mostly dirty, yup, nope, maybe... uh... well.. yup...'
I'm making the bed. I washed my nasty body sweat from being sick out of the sheets and pillow cases. The next thing I know, he's getting 'comfy'. He's pulling his jeans off, revealing his nastily dirty sweatpants, spotted with only God knows what, and then he proceeds to take off his sweatpants, revealing his Stewie PJs he'd put on last night at bed! I'm staring at him in absolute disbelief, and he's giggling like a little schoolboy, rolling all over the bed mid-make. The harder I look at him in WTF mode, the harder he laughs! Finally I shooed him off the bed, told him to go stick his clothes in the washer, while I made up the majority of the bed. He did come back in and help me.
Finally, something... I like it better when he helps out. That way, it's less stress on me to do everything.