Eleven

Twelve years ago we ate cheeseburgers and watched the fireworks and you asked me to marry you.

Eleven years ago we stood on the rooftop of an Irish pub and sealed the deal.

Last week we celebrated Grady’s eighth birthday. This week we celebrated Poppy graduating out of diapers.

Life is a trip and there’s no one I’d rather be on it with than you.

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The People Have Spoken

Before we talk about how the majority agrees with how right I am, can I just take a minute to clarify that yesterday's poll was just a bit of lighthearted fun? Shawn and I are not perfect people and we don't have a perfect marriage but yesterday's post was not an indicator of deep rooted armpit cloth problems. We cool? Cool.   

I have a confession to make. I am the dirty armpit cloth bandit. I use washcloths, I wring them out, and I leave them to dry on the towel rack. When they're dry, I throw them in the laundry hamper. I don't know what kind of voodoo witchcraft you're practicing that you can throw wet washcloths in the hamper and not have stinky, mouldy clothes but I cannot do it. I do a load of towels at least twice per week so even if I used a washcloth every day (I don't) and even if I left them to pile up on the towel rack (I don't) the most we'd have is three or four dirty washcloths. Not a huge deal. 

It had not even crossed my mind that Shawn would consider reusing someone else's dirty washcloth. It is so beyond my concept of normal behaviour (even if I only use a washcloth on my face, I'm still wiping sweat / makeup / grease / germs off my face and then you would be wiping my sweat / makeup / grease / germs onto your face) that I didn't even know it was an issue. Of course I can see why he would be upset. He's been wiping my armpits on his face for who knows how long. (Also? I did not mention this to him but my armpits are not the grossest thing that touch our washcloths. Sometimes Grady uses washcloths for cleaning his bits. This is why our towels are done separately from the rest of our laundry. I wash them in the hottest water with the strong soap.) 

Anyway. I understand why he's upset. And I think it's ridiculous that he reuses other people's dirty washcloths. Live a little, Shawn. Life is too short to use dirty washcloths.  

(From now on I'm going to hang my dirty washcloths over the shower to dry instead of the towel rack and Shawn is going to think of every dirty washcloth as an armpit cloth. Life goes on.)

Marital Discord

Listen. I know the land of the interwebs is not the place to air dirty laundry but stick with me. We need your help. Shawn and I have an ongoing spat and only one of us can be right.

Let's say, hypothetically speaking, you need a washcloth to wash your face. You notice a used washcloth hanging up in the bathroom. You don't know who used it but you know it was a family member. You don't know what it was used for, you just know that it was used by someone other than yourself. Do you use the used washcloth? Or do you get a new washcloth from the cupboard?

The used washcloth was used for armpits, okay? It was used for armpits and then it was hung up on the towel rack to dry before throwing it into the laundry basket. The person who used it and then hung it up to dry had no idea that other people would even entertain the thought of using a used washcloth. There was no malicious intent. But the person who washed their face with an armpit cloth is understandably upset.

My question is this: does the person who hung up the armpit cloth have a responsibility to make sure everyone in the household knows the used cloth is a used armpit cloth, or should everyone in the household just use a new washcloth instead of trying to cut down on laundry?

Who is righter?
 
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Seven

Seven years ago we got all gussied up and battled the heat (shoutout to the amazing ladies who blotted my back sweat before the ceremony)  (seriously) and promised to love each other forever even though we really didn't know what that meant. We had no idea how hard life could be or how truly, madly, deeply in love with an 8lb6.5oz ball of rage we could fall. We had no idea and we still have no idea but we do know this: our little family is worth fighting for. 

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