"I'm out of black dress socks..."

Black dress socks could possibly be the demise of my marriage.

OK, maybe not the demise, but it certainly isn't helping contribute to the over all well-being of my marriage.

I went out of town for the weekend with the two kids. Hubs had to stay back, as he was busy with work projects.

He was home ALONE for two days with nothing to do. The house was trashed when I left (I had been preparing things for a baby shower which is why we went out of town).

Now, here's the part that grates on my last nerve. If I had two days of NOTHING to do -no kids, no work, NOTHING- I would've cleaned the house! How I long for a day of that! Being that I only work part time, I understand and except that I am the primary house keeper.

But with a 6 year old and a 5 month old baby to entertain, I do a half ass job.

I admit it. I suck as a housekeeper.

But Hubs new this before we were married. You know, back in the days when we would cuddle, and talk. I remember spending precious minutes studying his hands. His hands! I have a hard time kissing him now, as I can't remember if I brushed my teeth, and I don't want to offend him!

I never would've expected him to clean the whole house. Never. But, I don't know, load the dishwasher?! Sweep the dog hair off the floor?! Do some of your laundry?!

Thus the title of the post. I arrived home after a long drive with the baby and a now sick 6 year old. I was tired and exhausted. And I was met with the request to do some laundry because, you guessed it, he had no more black dress socks.

I restrained myself. It never fails. I work on weekends primarily, and almost every Sunday after my long weekend of work, he states he need laundry done because he has no socks to wear to work the next day.

Now, perhaps I should have done that load before leaving for the weekend or when I go to work. I've tried that, and it somehow never solves the dilemma.

I've even gone and bought more socks... and yet there's still always a shortage!

I ask myself, "Why doesn't he get off his ass and do his own dirty-stinky-socky laundry?" I've asked him to. I think it happened once. And I'm tired of beating the same dead horse. Over, and over, and over, and over...

My question is this: It's these little things like the "black dress socks" (BDS) that wear at me, and make me resent and get angry toward my husband. How silly! How do I get pass this? I don't think he's ever going to change. I'm trying to change and become more organized, etc. And it's not just BDS, there's a laundry list (pun intended) of things that are chipping away at the foundation of our marriage. And I want it to stop. And stop quickly.