Why I Stopped Folding HIS Clothes

When we lived in MA and were in Recruiting Hell, I went on a laundry boycott. I was tired of washing and folding his clothes everyday to have them sit in baskets all over my house waiting to be put away. (I didn't put them away because A) he really doesn't like the way I do it and B) F* That! I have too much to already, why should I have to put a GROWN mans clothes away.) They would sit, pile up, take up basket after basket, until I would flip out. We get into a huge fight and he'd put the damn clothes away. You would think after doing this week after week he'd learn.

So after having this happen for most of our married life, I finally quit. I quit doing his laundry at all, not just the folding part. I kept on doing mine and the kids, folding, washing, and putting away. But his would sit in the laundry room day in and day out. Until finally he got the hint and started to wash his own damn clothes. But this caused another problem. Sure he would WASH his clothes, but they would sit in the machine for days, stinking of mildew and then of course I couldn't do my laundry. So I finally relented and now I wash his clothes, but I don't fold or put them away. Why waste the time folding them, they are just going to sit in a basket anyways. I gave up and it still bugs me, but not to the point where I could kill him for it.

P.S. His mom once asked me why I didn't just put them away like she used to do when he would let them pile up. I was like AGH! You are the freaking problem lady, you coddled him and now I am paying for your parenting mistakes.