I consider it part of my job to do my DH’s laundry (because I’m the stay-at-homer), including putting it away after it’s folded. There have been more than a few times when I have become agitated over the fact that the drawers are so crammed full of clothes that I cannot possibly shove another item in to them. So sometimes I sort out the drawers and put the excess on a shelf in the basement. Throughout the years, I’ve always felt a little twinge of guilt over doing this. I guess it’s because there’s a little thought deep in my brain that I’m somehow choosing his clothes for him…forcing my will on him in a subversive manner. BUT…my justification…if I have to be the one to put the clothes away, shouldn’t the drawer have space for them? Why should this relatively simple task become such a big pain in the putootie with me trying to cram and shove clothes into a space that is already occupied? Sometimes I just don’t put them away figuring maybe that would be a gentle signal that it’s time for the drawer to be cleaned out. And sometimes I give up trying to even close the overflowing drawer. Unfortunately, (sorry for the following sexist comment) my DH is a male, and therefore seems not to notice that the drawer cannot be closed because of the overflow. So, I sort the drawer, and then, of course, he notices. And I feel like I have to apologize…or…start an argument about the whole stupid molehill-into-mountain problem.
Prior to publication of this post, DH read it and said “I notice it’s too full”. Well, then DH, should I feel guilty for sorting out the clothes because you don’t care if they are too crammed in the drawer?
Just another stupid thing I apparently worry about for no good reason…because he doesn’t care! But he DID care that I didn’t spell putootie right in the first draft of this post!