White Shirt

My husband is a musician, and this is always something that has an effect on my life. Sometimes the things are huge, and others are small. Some things are fun, and there are many things that are just plain annoying. Though I know there are many women out there who dream of being married to a musician, there are some things they just don’t know about it. They are no different from any other men; they just have a more demanding job that takes them away from home when you need them home the most. Even more annoying that that is the white shirt he must wear every single time he plays.

The band my husband is in now has a uniform of sorts that they must wear on stage. It completes their look, and their booking agent says they must wear a white shirt with a black tie for every single show. They are a pop punk type band, something like Greenday but with their own style, and the shirts and ties actually are a neat touch. However, this means that my life is full of white shirts, and they are impossible to get clean.

He can’t just wear any white shirt either. It has to be a crisp white button up shirt you might put under a suit. They are something that I have to take care of, and it does drive me nuts. I have to do a special load each week full of these shirts, and I have to soak them in bleach before they can even go in the washer. When a white shirt gets a stain, we have to go out and buy more. The stack of them is getting larger and larger, and I have begun to see them in my sleep.

There are worse things than a white shirt, I’m sure, but when they are everywhere you look, you almost feel like you might go crazy. I have a hard time keeping each white shirt clean, and I can’t imagine what he is going to do when they soon start going out on the road for weeks at a time. I guess he will have to worry about cleaning his own shirts then, and I’m sure by the time he gets home they will all be beyond repair. He looks good in the white shirt and tie, but I swear they will be the death of me yet.