laundry: a love hate story

so as i have mentioned before, my husband(jay) is in the army(hot soldier above). with that being said, until he came home from basic training i never realized how much laundry comes with that. like O EMM FRICKIN GEE, i wash ACU's every single day(well it feels like it). i take pride in our little home and how he goes to work. i try to keep up a clean home, run our errands, grocery shop, cook(im not too bad just anxious about it), and send him to work in a clean uniform. i scrub and scrub and scrub some more those evil red clay patches in his knees. i mean the red clay just wants to perminently hang out. hes come home with it on his shoulders and knees. now, how in the hell it get on the back of his shoulders and not the whole back, i cant tell you. when he goes to the feild and comes home and im doing laundry i feel as if i am the mother to a very active little boy. as if im getting grass stains out of football uniforms,washing basketball uniforms or bleaching baseball socks. but instead of fighting with red clay and mud, i have made a new friend, her name is spary and wash, we hit it off right away. that has made my life so much easier. i love sending him to work clean and smelling good, i feel like im doing my wifely job. as much as i hate washing clothes, i dont mind  when he comes home covered in mud and clay, its the sign of a good day. if you have a man in the army and hes not comming home dirty he was probably bored out of his mind. it takes a special man to be in the army, and an even more special woman to be an army wife. another thing is no one is going to say that i send my husbad to work any kind of way. as much as i love what the army has done for my husband and what the army is providing for our family, it can be a gossip driven society. im a pretty much fly under the radar type girl and i dont need people in my business.  well later days people, have a good one.