Husband is good at many things. Take laundry for instance. He is positively brilliant at it. (My attempts to compliment him on his clothes washing skills has not produced any desire for him to take on my laundry, however. Shoot. )
Yes, we do our laundry separately. This was his idea, not mine. Husband is very particular about the laundry process. It involves steamy hot water, special laundry detergent, and immediate removal of clothes from the dryer so they won’t get wrinkled. Then, it takes hours to fold the clothes into perfect squares.
I, on the other hand, am lucky if I remember that I put clothes in to the washer at all. I forget all the time, forcing me to re-wash many loads due to the icky smell they take on from sitting in the washing machine for 3 days.
I am not allowed to touch anything related to Husband’s laundry, including the laundry room on “his” days. (Do ya think it might have something to do with the fact I keep forgetting clothes are sitting in the washing machine?) This could be a Very Good Deal, if I could figure out how to sneak in a few of my own items now and again.
But on Husband days, I am banished from the laundry room. I am not allowed to touch the washing machine or dryer until the whole process is complete.
A few times I have found my (forgotten) wet laundry on top of the dryer — with a later explanation that he didn’t want to toss anything in the dryer that didn’t belong. Well, okay. But, it would help if he told me. Because have you ever seen a pile of wet laundry dry into an art sculpture? Have you ever smelled a laundry room that is home to a pile of wet laundry that has dried into an art sculpture? And, have you ever had to deconstruct a pile of wet laundry that has dried into an art sculpture? (Do ya think he was trying to make a point?)
I did not realize when I was single what a joy it was to have a laundry room to myself. No scheduling of laundry days, no judgment about how long it takes you to get through a load, and no laughter as you attempt to peel rock hard clothing items from one another.
I keep reminding Husband that combining our lives meant we’d surely combine everything, including our clothes washing. But, he’s not buying it. And, he won’t help me jam my hardened clothes back into the washing machine either. Sigh.
Oh my heavens. That is too funny. If Husband ever wants a job doing loads of laundry and folding it all into little squares, I will hire him. The boys go through several “costume changes” each day and I have masses of laundry. So who does the sheets and towels or is that a blog for another day? I’ll be he is great at folding that fitted sheet just so….
He is amazing at fitted sheets. I never knew you could actually fold them. I thought rolling them up into a ball was all one could do! But, no, he actually has a “plan of attack” on the fitted sheets. It is a sight to behold. Perhaps I should share it? That is so funny about the “costume changes.” I hear that little boys magically pick up dirt everywhere!
Well. I must say, I totally agree with hubby on this one. Now lets be realistic here, would you really want your dainties washed the same as his “Fruit of the Loom”? Or, how about his socks with your “whatever”. I think he’s really looking out for you here. You’re wondering why he doesn’t include your clothes in the wash with his when many men would want their wife to wash his clothes. Ah,well, as long as you have a system that works. What do I know anyway? I’ve only been married for 44 years so I’ve got alot to learn.
Oh, oooookaaaaay. Good thoughts!
Still laughing as I type this. My laundry “technique” is exactly the same as yours (i.e. who has time to remember that clothes are in the washer…washed…? I have more important things on my mind!), except no one takes the wet laundry out of the washer and lets it dry “en masse” on top of the machine (thank goodness!). By the way, in case you haven’t already discovered this ‘trick,’ just put 1/2 cup of white vinegar in the ‘bleach’ dispenser cup when you rewash those clothes that no longer smell so good (the ones that sat in the washing machine, wet, for three days). The smell will magically disappear! So, what’s the problem?! Back to more important things…
GREAT tip! Thanks.
This is a really great tip. I think I might even have vinegar somewhere…