Yesterday was our three-year anniversary, and as a married lady of great experience, I thought I would take this opportunity to share some marriage wisdom that I only recently discovered.
Basically: say what you mean (and mean what you say, I guess).
What I say: I’m doing laundry today.
What I mean: Time to move whatever you want washed from that giant pile in the corner to the actual laundry hamper, located in the opposite corner of the room.
What he says: Okay.
What he means: I am happy to know that my supply of clean clothes will soon be replenished, but it does not even cross my mind to act in any way that might cause my clothes to enter the vicinity of the laundry hamper.
And then we are both surprised when I have to do laundry again three days later because Stephan’s clothes didn’t, technically, make it to the laundry hamper.
Don’t let this happen to you!
What I said today for the first time: I’m doing laundry today. Please indicate in some way which clothes you would like me to wash.
And he did.
Only took me three years to figure it out.
