I hate socks
Technorati Tags: argument, socks, wifeIt 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.
July 18th, 2008 at 10:35 am
Yes, it’s all your fault. It would’ve taken you about five minutes to go through a laundry basket of socks, you lazy bum. Your wife is a saint. I would have waited till you were asleep the second day and dumped all of them on your head.
Vote Sydney, 2008.
July 18th, 2008 at 10:39 am
You know… I don’t can’t even say anything to that.
July 18th, 2008 at 11:21 am
Funny you worte this post. For the past day I have been very upset with Lauren. I haven’t said anything about it but have just keep it in. What I have been upset with her over has been sort of the same thing with you and Syd. I was mad cause she told me to do my chores earlier. She said this cause I bitch about being tired and going to bed late. She solved my problem for me and I was all mad about it. Once I read your post I relized what a jack ass I was cause she was helping me.
As for you and Syd I hope you learn sooner then later that “Syd Wins” and just do it her way. If your going to play the game with Syd you need to understand the game in the 1st place. number one the game of the game is Syd Wins. Thus Syd Wins. If it is still hard to figure out call me and I will explan the rules in detail.
Oh and thanks for helping me let go of stupid pointless anger I was holding on to. Even though you didn’t know you were helping me.
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July 18th, 2008 at 7:21 pm
I was just picking on you. All the same, she was still right … at least you are big enough to admit it.
On that note, in our family, my husband is the obsessively-compulsive clean one, so normally it’s me doing the bitching when it comes time to clean things I don’t like cleaning. However, I can’t really say anything or get mad about it. No, I don’t want to clean toilets. But I do want clean toilets. So I clean the toilets. What else can you do? There’s no point in getting mad and starting arguments about it. Such a small, silly thing to fight with the love of your life over. We want a nice house so I help keep it that way. It’s not fair that he should do all the work and I reap all the benefits. We work the same hours and have equal partnership in all other things. I do what I can to help him out with the house and keep the whining down to a minimum.
Small suggestion for the socks in the future - From now on when you put one on and it’s got a hole or stretched out or whatever, take it off right then and throw it in the trash. Takes about 10 extra seconds to throw a sock in the trash and put on another sock. You’ll save yourself work later. :D These are the lessons I’m learning from the husband.
July 18th, 2008 at 11:39 pm
Your right curvy. I’m just lazy, and that is it for the most part. Like my desk needs to be clean, but I have not done it yet. Every time I do clean it, it last for about 3 days, and it is coke can heaven again.
On a side note. I’m glad to see that you are still keeping tabs on me, somewhat. I know we don’t talk much, but it is good to know that we can be civil with each other.