1. Since when are the kidlet’s jeans longer than mine? And how does he fit his legs in such skinny openings? Maybe I should be concerned about circulation.
2. I realize that we are two public sector employees working under an oppressive government who feels we are not entitled to a fair wage but I wish the paramedic understood that he does not need to keep a drawer full of holey T-shirts. We can afford to buy some new ones. There must be some non-holey T-shirts at Value Village. Where do the MLAs discard all their clothing?
3. For Christmas, I hope that Santa will bring the paramedic underwear that does not have gaming system logos, cartoon characters or sports teams on them. What does it really say about a man who wears Bart Simpson on his butt?
4. Although I probably look ridiculous, why is it fun to wear a guy’s T-shirt?
5. For five days of laundry, the kidlet has discarded three pairs of underwear. Yay! for progress. I at least hope he turned two of those pairs inside out but I have to remind myself that even a small victory is still a victory…
6. The paramedic is like a four year old girl who wears multiple outfits throughout the day and only wears things once. He should take a lesson from the kidlet and recycle some things once in a while. We are, after all, public sector employees who have to pay for our water consumption.
7. I know everyone has this problem and why can’t anyone figure it out? Where do all those socks go??? If I was smart, we would all wear exactly the same socks so that we would, at some point, end up with equal pairs again.
8. Is it too OCD if I hang up all my T-shirts at the new house?
9. I have begun to suspect that the laundry basket has such a fear of feeling empty that it replicates dirty clothes just as Gremlins do with water. Why is it never actually empty?
10. And, finally, I give way too much thought to such a mundane chore.