A marriage can be a source of infinite inspiration for not so inspiring, yet funny histories.

The battle involving household chores is a never-ending one. I made it clear to my better half several times that he’s responsible for at least half of the domestic work. Servants are no longer part of the modern world. (And no, we wives did NOT replace them!)

Let’s talk about laundry: they pile up like unpaid bills. To make things worse my husband uses a pair of jeans for half a day and puts it in the dirty clothes basket.

I decided to rebel and declared I was no longer responsible for any laundry – his or mine. I had at least one weapon: I have more clothes than he does, especially underwear.

About three weeks went by and the humiliating moment came: his last clean underwear was gone. I thought he would do a load of undies and move on but he tackled the challenge and did multiple loads until the pile was gone.

Then the giant pile of clean but unfolded clothes sat there for several weeks. Then he started to throw the dirty ones there and we didn’t know which ones were clean and which ones were dirty.

I couldn’t take it! I started to fold them and put them in the closet.

That’s when I realized most of my clothes had shrunk to kid’s size!

My dresses no longer cover my derrière, my shirts show my belly button and my socks only cover half of my feet.

Time for a new wardrobe!