I’d rather scrub toilets than put laundry away.
Seriously. You pair those little socks together and fold the jeans just right. Then one of your angels pulls out a pair from the bottom of the pile.
You know how everything crashes over like a Jenga tower? That’s why organizing laundry seems pointless, like neatly arranging a pile of leaves for a thunderstorm.
He likes fresh towels. She likes mopped floors. How often? They argue about it.
When it comes to marriage, fighting over chores is more common than any of us care to admit.
Women say they’d rather “do it their way,” but quietly seethe, afraid to ask for help. Nobody wants to be called “a nag."
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.