Bachelor

Well, the wife went out of town this weekend, and I appear to be in a state of bachelorhood for two days. I do still have kids to watch, so I'm not totally alone. The state of finding yourself as a bachelor for a couple of days is always eagerly anticipated. When it finally gets here, I'm somewhat at a loss as to what to do. Poor planning on my part, is definitely the problem. My wife usually informs me well in advance, and I conveniently suffer memory loss until about twelve hours before she is to depart. Then I act like she just sprung this on me. Fortunately, she has the insight to make a succinct honey do list, so I'm not just wandering around in a circle all weekend. That would be clockwise, since I'm right handed. Once she left for four days, and I was determined to conquer the state of singleness I found myself in. I was focused on the task at hand, made sure dishes were done, kept the house picked up, I even attempted to make the bed every morning! I was so proud of myself for accomplishing this, I even told my wife on the phone one evening, that things were running smoothly. Then the last day arrives! I'm still alive, the house is still standing, I'm not running from the law,... I did it! OOOPS, I totally blanked on laundry, and now I have no clean underwear. How did this happen? Why didn't she foresee this dilemma? Doesn't she realize I've been in captivity for almost half of my life, that I may not survive left on my own? I'm pretty sure the reason I forgot laundry, is I'm really not allowed in the laundry room. My wife seems to have a great unfounded? fear of me operating the washing machine. I'm a guy, how hard can it be? Guys were meant to operate heavy equipment. I don't need instructions, just a couple of helpful pointers, and the rest comes instinctively,... because I'm a man... wearing pink clothes:)