Help With The Mundane

I’m trilled to have help with seemingly mundane household chores.

Laundry, especially.

Laundry seems to be one unending chore.

When dear husband helps, I love it.

Lately, however, his help has created a small problem for dear daughter and me.

You see, dear daughter and I are approaching the same size in everything.

But bras and underwear are a different story!

There have been many mornings where I find my undergarments are not where I expect them to be.

So, I stiffen my upper lip to venture into dear daughter’s  room.

I step  gingerly over the minefields of dirty clothes, clean clothes, chip bags, and smelly gym bags in search of my misplaced undergarments.

Other mornings, one may hear a shriek of terror from dear daughter as she discovers my undergarments in place of hers.

She promptly brings the offensive items to me holding them between thumb and forefinger as if my undergarments are contaminated by the E-bola virus.

My undergarments are not that hideous.

Really!

Gone are the days where I can easily find my meticulously placed undergarments.

That is a small price to pay, I guess, for unsolicited help with the never ending laundry and other household chores.

Now, where is that vegetable peeler?

UPDATED from my 2018 post:

The year is now 2023.

We are empty nesters.

We’ve been married for 35 years and I still cannot find my clothes or the vegetable peeler! 😂