Blogging and the Helpful Husband

There are many wonderful things about blogging that I have discovered since I started this amazing ride but this weekend I discovered the best yet.  Now ‘perhaps’ I have been just a ‘little’ preoccupied with this new project and a few things around the house have been left to slide, just a bit (promise).  Now since we aren’t the type of people to create squalor this isn’t immediately noticeable, other than the slowly increasing pile of my laundry as well as the dishes that have a tendency not to clean themselves (quite rude really).

Now I have managed to get my husbands done as he works in an office and wearing PJ’s to work is somewhat frowned upon.  Considering he works in mental health having him turn up in his boxers would probably do more than raise a few eyebrows, in fact it would probably end in receiving a call from the ward to advise me of his admittance.

Now my washing however has been left to grow to the point it was in danger of taking a life of its own.  There is a benefit to this, you get to discover all sorts of things in your cupboard that you forgot you owned and so it is really more of an adventure in dressing each day.  However the other day I looked the pile in the eye (yes it was tall enough for me to do that) and decided the time for washing had indeed come. Okay it was because I’d finally run out of underwear but I was going to do it so it should still count.  North Queensland weather had a different idea of course and down came the rain which thwarted my good intentions and drained me of washing will.

The next day was sunny but I had been up late the night before (yes blogging) so I kinda sorta slept in (a lot) and once I woke I was still a little on the bleary side.  I came out to the kitchen and heard the washing machine going in the laundry.  Naturally curious to see if my clothes had taken it upon themselves to leap into the machine I was further astounded by looking out the open back door at the clothes line which was covered in hanging, clean clothes – ALL MINE.

Hearing a surprised ‘Oh your awake’ from behind me I turned to see a slightly embarrassed husband.  He was a little put out as he had meant to have the last load on the line before I noticed. Preparing for a deserved berate on risking the birth of a new breed of life built from my dirty clothes I was surprised to hear him say that he thought that since I’d been busy and also not at my best (being female at times bites – am I right!) he’d give me a hand and do the washing.  He’d even remembered to not put whites with colours bless him.  It was then and there I decided once and for all I have the best husband ever.