My husband seems to have a problem when it comes to refilling anything. The hand soap, putting on a new roll of toilet paper, diaper wipes, paper towels, and on it goes.
He had put the little hummingbird down for a nap
a nap she never took because ahhh! she rarely naps anymore and changed her diaper before laying her down. Then he went outside for awhile to work on some lesson plans for his class.
The hummingbird was bouncing around her room and when I went to check on her, I smelled that her diaper was a ginormous doozy.
That’s when I saw my hubby left me with this:
One freaking wipe. I guess one is better than none but why in the world is it so hard for him to refill this stuff?
Did he suffer some traumatic event in his childhood that causes him to leave one wipe, one sheet of toilet paper, and one paper towel on the roll?
Does he have some kind of refill phobia? Paper phobia? Perhaps a liquid soap phobia? Enquiring minds want to know!
My husband also seems to have a problem with hanging up clothes and folding laundry. To his credit, he does help with laundry but it looks like he literally throws the clothes onto hangers.
I end up having to go back and redo most things. When I’ve pointed this out to him before, he saw nothing wrong with how he folds and hangs clothes.
Let me submit this picture into evidence:
It was taken about a year and a half ago
it’s the only photographic proof I have since I don’t normally take a picture of the way my hubby hangs up clothes every time. what do you think I am? a crazy person? okay, don’t answer that. and when I saw how he just threw the little hummingbird’s shirt onto a hanger, I tried to fix it. He got all defensive so I did what anyone else would do.
I let him keep it that way and he hung up our little girl’s clothes in her closet.
Then I waited until he went downstairs, crept into her room while she slept, took the shirt from her closet, went out into the hallway to take a picture, fixed the shirt, then put it back into her closet.
Totally sane. That’s me!