Once upon a Kingdom...

Once upon a time, in a land really close to here, there lived a happy little family in a happy little house. The Husband worked hard at his job, and made just enough money to allow the Wife to stay at home, and hang out with the two Very Cool Kids. Their house was very nice, and the Wife and the Husband worked together to keep it clean and tidy. The Very Cool Kids helped too, of course, and the house was usually pretty clean and organized (thanks to the Wife's OCD and the Husband's anal retentive tendencies) Every Thursday was housecleaning day, and the Husband was in charge of vacuuming, washing the clothes and sheets, and all things to do with garbage and the kitchen. The Very Cool Kids were in charge of their bedrooms, with the Wife's supervision, and the Wife took care of everything else.

Then one day, the Wife was afflicted with a horrible disease! She somehow contracted Streptococcal Pharyngitis!!! (AKA Strep Throat!!!!) She had gone to bed the night before feeling up-beat, and prepared for her meeting with the Girl Very Cool Kid's principal. When she awoke in the morning, however... the feeling was more beat up, than up-beat.  She went to the meeting anyhow, and proceeded to suffer through the next three days. Mostly quietly, but apparently her nightly tears of pain and anguish were waking up the Husband. He insisted she go to a local Doctor, and get some answers. Well, a few days later, the answers came back. She had Strep Throat. And boy, was it painful. The Wife took some time to rest, and as she did... the house fell into disarray...

The good news is that all this laundry is clean. the Husband was certainly keeping up his end of the chores around the place. But the Wife, sadly, was unable to. *sigh* And this pile of laundry was still growing. And growing. Because the dedicated Husband had forgotten that he did not fold and put away the clothes. He almost NEVER folds, or puts away the clothes. He will happily do lots of things, but folding, and putting away clothing are not two of the things he enjoys. At all. In fact, he would rather slay many many foul smelling dragons than fold laundry. Or put it away. That is the Wife's responsibility. And she actually, oddly, likes it. But the Wife was just too darn sick to help out. Then one day, she thought to herself (in a very raspy voice) "I just can't handle that big mess! Why, the Very Cool Kids have no socks, and I am totally out of underwear!!" She was trying hard not to notice that the Husbands socks and underwear had magically made it to his drawers, along with all the Husbands other clothes, but it was tough. So, the Wife sat down on the couch in her nice fleecy robe (going commando, because all her clean underwear were in the pile of laundry that had grown to mammoth proportions) and began to fold. The Husband (possibly feeling shamed by the Wife's self sacrificing ways) offered to fold the towels and rags. And so he did. And so she did. And so they did together. And this was the result.

Order restored to the kingdom once again. Phew! Oh, and BTW, the Wife put all the clothes away. She is really amazing!