It started a while back with the wife asked me to go though my socks. I said I would. It is apperant that I was bitching about socks and having old ones. I see now that I should have just kept to myself.

The wife put all of my socks in a clothes basket. This was fine. She wanted me to go though them. The way she wanted me to go though them was right then. Go though the basket and pick out what I wanted to keep and get rid of the rest.

What I did was put on a pair each day. If I like the pair I wore them, and if I didn’t I would toss them into another pile to be trashed later. This was my way of not having to sit down and do them all at one time.

About a week ago the wife wanted the clothes basket back and it still had my socks in it. So I dumped them on the floor and continued to go though them the way that I had been. The wife didn’t like it, but I was working on it, just not all at one time.

The wife did laundry yesterday. All of the socks that were washed had been put back into the pile that I had been going though on a daily basis. So now, a week worth of work gone. I knew that most of the socks were ones I wanted to keep, but it didn’t sit well with me that they didn’t get put back into the drawer. So I got upset about it this morning and expressed my fustration and agrovation.

This provoked the wife to display her agrovation and fustration from the past month of dealing with the way I was doing things. It went back and forth a few times. Yelling, pointing out what the other did wrong, and just in general not making anything any better.

What I should have done was to just eat it. I should have just accepted the fact that I was being lazy and that more than likely the entire problem was my fault and just went on about my day.

If I had done it her way, I would not have had to deal with it but 1 day.
If I had done what I said I was going to do, I would not have had to deal with it but 1 day.

So, with a cool head and thinking calmly. I can see where the fault lyes. I was bitching, and she came up with a way to get me to do something about my bitching. I didn’t like the fact that I had to do it, and I really just didn’t want to do it. So I thought of the most laziest way to accomplish said task. It didn’t sit well with the wife and I blamed her for my lazyness. Thus an argument happened, and I’m writing a blog post about it.

Is it all my fault? To the major degree it is. Could the wife put the clean socks in the drawer? Yes she could have, but that is just a small part of the bigger picture. What do I hope to take away from this? To stop procrastinating, and just get the damn job done.

Where I thought I was being efficent, and a good use of my time, ended up being the biggest time waister of them all. In the mist of the argument, I mixed all of the clean sock pile, with the tossing out sock pile, and then I mixed all of the dirty sock in with them. So now I have a big pile of a waist of time. Who’s fault is that? Mine.