I feel very silly for being so upset about this.
DH pulls his weight round the house, but can be really careless and a bit of a Half a Job Bob at times.
I was emptying the dryer and found my favourite item of clothing in a crinkly ball amongst all the kids stuff.
A dusky pink pair of Lucy and Yak cord dungarees- I fucking love them. They make me feel cool and fashionable and I just feel great in them.
I tried them on once I’d managed to uncrinkle them and it was like trying to step into a condom. They’re out of stock so I can’t replace them.
I’m so (unreasonably?) upset at DH. He’s in a senior management position, smart and capable but somehow won’t or can’t follow washing instructions? He’s very apologetic but I’m fucking RAGING. I know it’s just “stuff” but it’s even the fact that the little 1950s housewife in the back of my brain is saying “Ah sure, at least he’s trying to help.”
RIP dungarees 