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My wife and mother-in-law keep buying mixing bowls.
we moved in to a new place in July of last year. before we moved in my wife mapped out where all my stuff should be stored/hung-up. she wasn't about to let me just willy nilly pick a closet or space in the basement that would impact her master storage plan.
I remember random sci-fi stories from my youth. One was aliens landing in a dog park and assuming the dogs were the leaders since the humans walked obediently behind them picking up their poop.
Why my kids stop following my directions about laundry is when they are taught how to do laundry. Finding obviously clean clothes in their direty clothes pile is one of my red flags (ie, pairs up socks, a perfectly folded t-shirt).
Please tell me you are seeing a counselor to deal with all of this.
i'm a man made of bone & steel. emotions were removed at the last software upgrade.
i also do 90% of the laundry (SURPRISE!)
you little monster, they're all over the freaking house. there are a couple in my car. some are stuffed in to boots or shoes. i bet one or two is on your backpack. i KNOW one is in your jacket pocket. the dog probably got a couple. there are some under your bed and i'm sure there's one or two on the floor or steps that fell out of the laundry basket when you were carrying it up from the basement.
The person in my house who cares the most about matching socks is my 11 year old son.
I have 3 boys. There are only 2 things I have ensured they all know... 1) wear a condom and 2) TP over the top.
This is the first post in the thread I didn’t like because I hate you - I spend probably 30-60 minutes a week helping with with laundry.Men doing laundry
I told my wife before we got married, only thing I refuse to do is laundry and somehow she still married me. 14 years later never folded a single load of laundry.
WAY TO BE A MANMen doing laundry
I told my wife before we got married, only thing I refuse to do is laundry and somehow she still married me. 14 years later never folded a single load of laundry.
I would rather do laundry than just about any other household chore. For a couple of minutes I'm standing in front of the washer or dryer putting something in or taking something out. The rest of it I do while sitting on my couch watching TV. Meanwhile, my wife is washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen on her feet the whole time. Other than pairing socks, its quite relaxing.Men doing laundry
I told my wife before we got married, only thing I refuse to do is laundry and somehow she still married me. 14 years later never folded a single load of laundry.
Damn, you painted a great visual of this process. I picture a diaper clad kid, no shirt, thumb in mouth, dragging #### all over the house and thinking it is the best day ever.
why not just stay out of it and let your wife and kid yell at each other?This one happened again last night so it's freshly ingrained in my memory....
My son is 13, in 7th grade. Anytime there is any sort of school project, I hate those nights because it's going to be a knock-down dragout between myself, my son and my wife. Yelling, complaining, arguing, you name it. No one can agree on anything for at least the first 90 minutes.
The reason? My wife feels the need to make sure that the project looks and sounds like a masters thesis even though my son is only 13.
My son on the other hand wants to rush through the damn thing as quickly as possible so he can get to whatever is more interesting/fun/entertaining...
Me on the hand, understand both sides of the story and try to mediate only to get to the point where both of them are yelling at me!
See where the tension may arise in that equation?
I'm trying to find a happy medium between having my son's project be so obviously created by an adult (no grammar mistakes, everything aligned on the poster, color-coordination of backgrounds, etc.) and what he would turn in if left to his own merits (run-on sentences, off-topic information, a presentation that looks like it was created in kindergarten, etc.)
Last night it was a relatively easy poster for Spanish that should have taken one hour. Max.
3.5 hours later, we still weren't done. What a pain in the ###.
because then he's not supporting his wife and/or kid?
Been there many times. The one facet I had to throw in to this mess was the fact that my kid wouldn't communicate a project was due until the night before, so throw in a trip to the craft store for a poster board, or to the hardware store for the part to a alarm box, or whatever else it was. Then the look on the kids face of "oh, I have to go to the store with you?" Good times.This one happened again last night so it's freshly ingrained in my memory....
My son is 13, in 7th grade. Anytime there is any sort of school project, I hate those nights because it's going to be a knock-down dragout between myself, my son and my wife. Yelling, complaining, arguing, you name it. No one can agree on anything for at least the first 90 minutes.
The reason? My wife feels the need to make sure that the project looks and sounds like a masters thesis even though my son is only 13.
My son on the other hand wants to rush through the damn thing as quickly as possible so he can get to whatever is more interesting/fun/entertaining...
Me on the hand, understand both sides of the story and try to mediate only to get to the point where both of them are yelling at me!
See where the tension may arise in that equation?
I'm trying to find a happy medium between having my son's project be so obviously created by an adult (no grammar mistakes, everything aligned on the poster, color-coordination of backgrounds, etc.) and what he would turn in if left to his own merits (run-on sentences, off-topic information, a presentation that looks like it was created in kindergarten, etc.)
Last night it was a relatively easy poster for Spanish that should have taken one hour. Max.
3.5 hours later, we still weren't done. What a pain in the ###.
My son (7yo) went through this phase but we nipped it in the bud pretty quickly (which was easier because he was 6 at the time). He did go through a big "bro" phase which was mainly because he moved to a new school for first grade and didn't know anyone's name so rather than "hey you", it became "hey bro". I started saying it to him as a way to secretly mock him and snicker with my wife until it (without realizing) got added to my lexicon and I called my boss bro in a meeting one day with some of the other leaders in IT. Now every meeting starts by asking if I'm ready to bro-down or bro-out. I'm an idiot.
Go to that Quiet Place movie and, you know, enjoy the quiet.
Just take any that are inside out and throw them on the floor of the offenders room. Tell them they're responsible for washing it unless they can take the .5 seconds to turn it rightside in.
Twist: try sticking your hands into the inside out socks of your sports playing, foot smelling, multiple day wearing teenage son.
I made this as far as 25 years. Married 34. I don't mind doing my own laundry. I don't do the dishes or empty the dishwasher. Mainly due to a concussion I had two years ago that still bothers me if I have to lean down.Men doing laundry
I told my wife before we got married, only thing I refuse to do is laundry and somehow she still married me. 14 years later never folded a single load of laundry.
This. Laundry is simple and something that allows me to "help" around the house while watching football/hockey/whatever. I'd 100% prefer this to something like vacuuming or dishes.
Then you should have plenty of time to teach that boy not to eat spaghetti & Ragu, or Cheerios, with his damned handsMen doing laundry
I told my wife before we got married, only thing I refuse to do is laundry and somehow she still married me. 14 years later never folded a single load of laundry.
