Have you ever seen the show “Everybody Loves Raymond?” It’s one of our favorites. Both Chris and I love it because it’s like real marriage. But funnier. I can’t tell you how many times things have come up in my own marriage that remind me of one of those episodes. For the past month, actually, I have been living in an episode of “Everybody Loves Raymond.”
There’s this one episode where the husband, Ray, leaves a suitcase from a trip on the landing at the top of the stairs. He feels like his wife, Deborah, should unpack it and put it away because she’s a housewife. But Deborah feels like Ray should take care of it because it’s his bag. So, for two weeks, the bag sits there without anyone touching it. But they aren’t fighting over it, either. Both of them just pretend the bag isn’t sitting there, each of them figuring that they’ll wait out the other. It’s one of my favorite episodes.
It’s funny until it’s happening to you.
About a month ago, I was doing laundry and in one of the loads, a pair of Chris’s jeans weren’t quite dry yet. Since the rest of the load was good to go, I hung his jeans up in our bathroom to air dry while I finished the rest of our laundry.
To be honest, I forgot about the jeans at first. I finished the laundry and didn’t think about those jeans for a while. They hung in our bathroom for a couple days and I really didn’t think twice about them. I had hung them on Chris’s towel rack, and I guess I sort of figured he’d put them away when he had a minute. But then another week went by.
And those JEANS KEPT HANGING THERE. Finally, it started to get weird. I mean, didn’t he see the jeans???? Didn’t he know they were there???? They were hanging on his towel rack. Surely, he knew!
And yet, the jeans continued to hang there. Was he waiting for me?????? But that would be absurd! I do all our family’s laundry. Surely, he could put away one pair of jeans.
After a few weeks, I decided to see if this was just coincidence or if Chris was aware of the situation. The next time I was in the bathroom, I went over to towel rack in question and arranged the jeans so they laid directly on top of Chris’s towel. In order for him to use the towel now, he’d have to pick up the jeans and move them.
WHICH IS JUST WHAT HE DID!
The next time I went into the bathroom, the jeans were shoved to the side of the towel bar where Chris had moved them so he could use his towel.
So, it is official. I am in a denim stand-off with my husband.
(I wonder if he knows…)