Reason #89765 I love being married

One night last year I invited Hubs upstairs to look at my closet.  I was trying to invoke a string of totally gratuitous praise for doing all my own laundry (not that I ever had anyone else do it.) I would just let it pile up til it covered my entire closet floor and wouldn't even entertain the idea of doing laundry until I couldn't walk in my closet any longer… 

Hubs was completely unaware of my disdain for doing laundry at the time.  Our conversation went a little something like this:

Me:  Look.

Hubs:  Hu huh?

Me:  I did all the laundry! 

Hubs:  ????Congrats????ulations??????

Me:  Yeah, I hate it and now it’s all done!  Every last bit of it!  There is not one dirty piece of clothing in this entire house!

Hubs:  Ok.   

Me:  Did you see the pile before I started?

Hubs:  I guess I didn’t notice.

He basically looked at me as though I told him I made it through an entire day without doing crack, “Big deal.  You never do crack, why should I be impressed?"

Fast forward 1 year.  Hubs heads upstairs….

Hubs:  Holy Moly!  You did all the laundry!  I love you so much!

Me:  Only  1 more load! 

Hubs:  Did I mention how much I love you?

Now that Hubs' clothes are always lost in the pile he finally appreciates the rarity that is laundry day around here!  I love being married!