"So what did you do all day?"

by Carlos

My wife has stopped asking me this question (from the title). I don't know why, but I'm grateful for it. Now we can have, "How was your day?" conversations, which are much better. I get less defensive.
Not too long ago a husband, whom I think asks the "So what did you do all day?" question to his home making wife, asked me why it's possible to come home and the house looks like nothing got done. I guess he thought another man would give him a straighter answer than his own wife. Personally, I've never really had the privilege of coming home to ask that question, but I think the events of this last Friday may sum it up. Maybe some of you can relate.
To understand, Thursdays are laundry days and Fridays are my put-clothes-away days. It's to ensure that the weekend is clear of any obvious work.
Friday morning, I had already planned to keep Lani home from preschool. She was looking much better from the flu the night before, but I just wanted to give her some extra rest and make sure the bug was beat. When I walked into the girls' room, I could swear I smelled feces. It was faint, but someone crapped their pajamas.
I looked around, but there were no bulges and my littlest one's diaper was flat. Maybe someone just farted. Well, it turned out that I was partly right. Lani had farted in the night and splattered her panties and pajama pants with crap (too graphic?). It was already dried. The panties got thrown away, but I really want to try and save the pants.
No hard choices here, I gotta do more laundry. No problem.
Later, I woke up Lani and Ana from their nap. Ana had pissed all over herself. Since she isn't in the habit of going during her nap, I hadn't put a diaper on her. Ana needed a bath and I added to the laundry list, 1 bed sheet, 1 mattress cover, 1 pillow case, 1 comforter, and 1 set of clothes.
Then, we pick up Damai from preschool and she shows up with 3 packages of gummy bears. I don't know what possessed me to let Lani have that. I knew that her tummy still ached and she didn't fully have her appetite back. Anyway, she threw up in the van.
Laundry list - 1 piddle pad, 1 car seat cover, 1 buckle cover, and 1 set of clothes. You know I had to read the instruction booklet on how to take the seat apart? I had to strike off the car seat cover from the laundry list. That had to go under 'hand wash'.
My girls have started a habit of hitting each other and I mean to put a stop to it. I decided that I would put vinegar in their mouth on every occasion. I hope this info doesn't start an ethics debate... or maybe that's a good topic for another time.
So, Ana hit Damai. As I put the vinegar in her mouth, she's obviously upset, but because I have her on my knee over the sink, she pisses on me! I rush her to the tub. Ana needs another bath. And to the laundry list, I add 1 set of kids' clothes, 1 adult shorts.
"So, what did you do all day?" I had been doing laundry ALL day. On my Friday! At the end of it all, my day was hella busy. I certainly did something! But were the clothes put away from Thursday? NO. In fact, there was a bigger pile to put away.
Also, I accidentally left my keys and remote in my pissed-on shorts when they went through the wash. But after 2 days of air drying the remote still works.
A special thanks to my wife for not asking me silly questions anymore.