Nothing much going on. Just a story about laundry.
Throughout our marriage, STBX would never let me do his laundry. Ever. I repeatedly volunteered and was denied. He always did it himself and his method was to throw a giant load of everything, of all colors and textures into the washer (which could barely handle such a large load) and wash it all at once. It turned into a small issue because we could never seem to coordinate a schedule. I would be ready to do the rest of the household laundry and would open up the washer to find his giant load in there or in the dryer and vise versa. It was one of those things that I wrote off to just being too small to make an issue of.
Since the separation, when he returns the girls, all of their clothes have been washed. I asked him nicely once to not do that (the smell of the detergent they use makes me sneeze and a pair of D6's pants were ruined), but he ignored me and the clothes continue to be returned freshly laundered.
Somehow the issue of laundry came up with D6 and she announced that Lisa does all the laundry at Daddy's place because its Lisa's house (empahsis is D6s).
I had to just chuckle. I know this sounds like a ridiculously small thing (and it is), but these little changes in behavior are mystifying to me.
Just channeling my inner Doris Day and singing Que Sera, Sera in my head.
Next week I will have to ask him for a status update on the divorce papers. Would really like to get them signed off before tax season, when he will realize he what owes the IRS for the retirement account he cashed out and that he will have no deductions other than his standard personal one.
