Love is hard ya'll

I confess that I am a bad housewife. I know, scandalous. I don't like doing laundry, I pretty much don't like cleaning, and I rather go out to eat every day than cook. Regardless, I find myself doing all of those things because I like to wear clean clothes and I want husband to look nice at work, I like having a clean house, and we aren't rich. I guess the fact that I'm unemployed should make me love doing those things more since they are the only things on my to do list.

I must confess that I was blinded with love before I got married. I was certain that nothing was going to change between husband and I and although we had never lived together. Wow, was I wrong. I now understand why couples fight so much. I now understand why men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

I lived with my brother for a year in college and he was one of my best roommates ever. I did most of the cooking or he would do the paying if we ate out, I cleaned my stuff while he would clean his stuff and we got along pretty great. For living with a boy I had very little complains based on that experience, so I figured it couldn't be much harder to live with the man that I love and want to make babies with (in like 10 years). Again, I was wrong.

Husband is very particular about certain things, like the way I have to fold his underwear or his socks. Or the particular way that I have to hang his work pants and shirts to ensure that no one single wrinkle forms. For a man so particular about things I can't understand why his closet looks like this (which is actually not as bad as it was before this is "clean").  Husband is also incredibly good at just leaving things everywhere around the house. And because I'm such a bad housewife every time I pick something up, I open the closet door and just throw it into his closet for him to deal with later. Muahaha.

By the way, I might not blog for a few days. I have a feeling that after this blog I'll be looking for a new home. Love you hubby!