Laundry is a chore

My lovely fiancée walked into my bedroom today to notice me moving off the bed two heaping laundry baskets of clean clothes that I hadn’t folded yet.   With a raised eyebrow she said something to the effect “This won’t be happening at our house” … (gulp) oh oh
“We fold the laundry as soon as we pull it out of the dryer”.  
I know she was half-kidding.  Did I get defensive?  Did I get all … “how dare you judge my laundry skills”? … No, I got a silly grin on my face and a warm feeling in my gut.  
It sounded so ‘Domestic’ … sounded like “couples” … sounded like “family”.  Good lord, I’m going to have a complete family in less than 2 months!  
We will have ‘shared’ chores, shared joys, shared emotions … share a life, a family.

I hemmed and hawed about not finishing it, getting distracted etc, but it felt great!  
Don’t worry dear; I’ll toe the line.   I will willingly and joyously comply.  However, due to some office work I did at home, watching Lost, playing the Uke … and reading blogs, I didn’t get the laundry all folded tonight.   I think I may need to be scolded again … please.  ;-)