Fun with Household Hide-and-Seek

If you were in my bedroom yesterday afternoon (relax, I was just busy blogging at my desk, also known as “the bed”), you would have overheard the following snippet of conversation:

Him to Moi: Where is your bleach?
Moi to Him: What do you mean, mine?

Okay. Please note the emphasis on “your” in the opening salvo. Since when did the bleach become my personal possession? Since my husband couldn’t find it (hint to him and his fellow clueless spouses of the male persuasion: the living room fireplace would be “cold,” the laundry room would be “hot.”). Like most couples, we have played this particular version of household hide-and-seek (and just last week with the three-ton peanut butter jar from Costco, found hiding in the kitchen cupboard, imagine that!) about as often as we’ve debated (sorry, discussed) who left the last useless barely there shred of toilet paper on the roll (i.e. a lot).

All right, in my husband’s defense, he WAS taking the initiative to do a laundry-related task – trying to get a stain out from a pair of his shorts – and a stain incurred in a suitably male activity at that (sealing the driveway). So yes, real men do do laundry occasionally – even if they can’t locate what they need to do it with. Hence, MY bleach – kind of like the dog is “my” dog when she leaves an unauthorized present on the front hallway rug and the kids are “my kids” when they “forget” to let her out thus causing yet another occasion to hunt down “my” bleach.

PS: A note to my good sport Freshman here – see, I told you I wouldn’t write about every conversation we have. I believe in equal opportunity family secret spilling. Love you, Mom

Comments

I'm impressed that your husband is allowed to use Bleach! In my house you need a special permit to use Bleach. After a few terrible mishaps with it(like one day it somehow found its way on to my beautiful custom-made duvet cover) I then made the executive decision that it is kept in a locked drawer that only I have the key for. In order for it to be used, the party-in-need must answer a short questionnaire and sign a release form. I'm OK with fabric softener though.

And, gee, I'm really impressed about your husband sealing the driveway, although it did result in the Bleach-Hunt. He sounds like the kind of guy that my husband should learn from!

Thanks for all of the laughs that your Blog brings into my life. I look forward to your posts!

What is it with men and laundry? My boyfriend sorts his clothes by ACTIVITY, and we live in an apartment building, so laundry day looks like this: one machine gets the sweaty work out clothes, work clothes go in another machine, and relaxing clothes go in another. Color, material, etc are irrelevant, except THEN the white sheets/towels get sprinkled across the machines 'til they're all full. Everything gets dried at top heat for an hour. Amazing. He isn't allowed to touch my clothes any more.

Love your blog!

thank you for all the smiles :) my husbands a keeper too. when my hubby can't find stuff the kids say mommy knows where it is...she knows everything. unfortunately the kids also say when someone makes a mess it's ok mommy will clean it up. i love my family

I once said "it's ok, we can wash it" after my daughter (4) spilled juice on her tee. She took up this phrase and now said "it's ok, Mama can wash it" so often that my boyfriend now uses it for anything that's broken/spilled/went-wrong-in-any-way

my ex used to to think I had a uterine tracking device, because I always knew where everything was.