oooooooooooooooh how we grow up

when my husband (then boyfriend) and i first moved in together, laundry was my responsibility. since he worked monday-friday, and i only worked a couple days a week, it would have been silly to do it any other way. so i did the laundry.

and i was soooooooo embarrassed. because it meant i had to touch his... underwear. luckily the apartments had dryers, not a washing line, or i would have died of embarrassment. and when the laundry was done, i would put mine away, hang up anything of his that could be hung up, and leave the rest in the basket. partly because i didnt want to put any of his things in the wrong place, partly because i didnt want to touch... his underwear. i was pregnant. with his kid. and i was embarrassed to touch his underwear. sigh.

now, not only do i TOUCH his underwear when i do the washing and put it away, i do random inspections to see if he's neglected to tell me theyre falling apart and we need to buy new ones. (seriously, how can he fail to notice a hole big enough to fit his hand through???) oh how we grow up.