In the almost 5 years I’ve been blogging there is one recurring topic that I can’t quite seem to stay away from. In case you’re a new reader I’ll share just a few posts with you (HERE, HERE , HERE & HERE)
Most people dislike 4 letter words but me, nope, I like a lot of 4 letter words. … words like Love, Food, Hugs & Beer (and probably too often, just about all of those 4 letter words that are incredibly inappropriate in mixed company – yep, I have a mouth like a sailor!). It’s generally the 6 letter words that I hate.. words like, crumbs, chores, toilet, but there is one word that can top them all….the ever-so-dreaded 7 letter word that I quite simply, just despise – LAUNDRY.
I hate every aspect of it.
I hate the piles of dirty laundry in the closet. The piles of dirty laundry in the bathroom. The piles of dirty laundry next to the bed.
I hate the sorting.
I hate the process of carrying 6 baskets of dirty laundry to the basement.
I hate dirty towels.
I hate dirty sheets.
(I hate that I’m the only one who recognizes that linens actually need laundering….)
I hate remembering that I have clothes in the dryer before they become a crumbled mess.
I hate the absurd missing sock conundrum (which has apparently extended to actual toddler clothes – since I never seem to get out what I put in)
I hate the countless hours on any given weekend where laundry looms just underneath the surface and permeates just about anything we do.
I hate the weight of the laundry as it pushes down on my shoulders if I should opt to focus on any other activity (besides laundry) during a weekend.
I hate, Hate, HATE folding all the clean laundry.
And, I hate putting all the clean laundry away. (or leaving it to be put away on the bed only to find that hubby has moved piles of it to the dresser and will live like this for the next 2 weeks – but that’s an entirely different blog post)
But the one thing that I don’t HATE (or at least not in the way I hate everything noted above) is the need to flip inside out laundry to be right side out. I know this is the nemesis of Mom’s around the world. And I know that many a woman has instilled a laundry rule… that you get back laundry exactly-the-way you put your laundry into the basket (assuming it makes it into a basket). And, perhaps, when my toddler becomes a teen, I will be instituting this exact same rule (ok – it’s likely I probably will) BUT, for now.. this has never been a huge deal to me. If I take a moment to self-analyze I think it’s because I hate the laundry folding process so much already, that there’s virtually no way to make it worse for me. Inside out – Or right-side-out folding… they both pretty much suck! So, while I may grumble under my breath as I flip t-shirts to be right-side-out… I’m grumbling because I’m folding laundry… not because 50% of the load is inside out.
Which makes where I’m headed below highly humorous to me.
2 weeks ago hubby did a load of laundry. WHAT?? You may be saying…… So, I’ll say it again. Hubby did a load of laundry. Trust me when I tell you, I’m more surprised than you are. It probably only happened because he ran out of underwear. And, after an interesting recent conversation, about the under-wearing habits of most men… he was probably guilted into doing a load.
Anyhow… after he folded his basket of laundry he decides to take a dig at me.. or, perhaps from his point of view, he decides to “point something out to me”.
Hubby: “Hey hon, do you know that a ton of your shirts were inside out”
Me: “Uhhh… hmmmm..”
Hubby: “I just wanted to let you know….”
Me: “You did….. Huh?”
Hubby: “Yes. You know, it makes this task even worse when I have to right-side-out every t-shirt”
Me: “It does, does it?” trying to wrack my brain for the last time he did any laundry
Hubby: “Yes. Maybe you could take them off right-side-out before you put them into the basket?”
Me: wondering the last time he even put clothes ‘in the basket’ “You know, most of your t-shirts are usually inside out”
Hubby: “No they’re not”
Me: “Hon, I hate to break this to you but you’re mistaken… almost all of your shirts are inside out”
Hubby: “I’m positive that you’re wrong. I’ve always been good at taking them off right-side-out.. because my Mom had a rule growing up that if you didn’t she would fold them inside out”
Me: “ Really…. All your life you’ve been good at making sure they’re not inside out.”
And I just let this conversation die… in the midst of the inaccuracies in which it was becoming increasingly buried.
Last weekend things were “back to normal” and I did laundry.
As I folded the laundry, I counted the total # of hubby’s shirts…. There were 17 in total.
Hubby came inside from doing some yard work.
Me: “Hey babe… I would never normally do this but……”
Me: “Remember last week when you so graciously pointed out that I didn’t right-side-out my t-shirts?”
Me: “Remember how you so matter-of-factly told me that you never put inside out t-shirts into the hamper?”
Me: “Well, I did laundry today”
Me: “And again, I would never be pointing this out if you hadn’t opened the door to this conversation……”
Hubby: blank stare
Me: “Well, I counted your t-shirts… there were 17 of them.”
Me: “Do you want to know how many were inside out?”
Hubby: “I’m not sure….. Do I?”
Me: “You do. It was TWELVE of them”
Me: “I just feel the need to remind you again….. I have done 16,928 loads of your laundry (give or take). And, I’ve never complained about having to right-side-out your shirts”
Hubby: more silence……………
Hubby: “ I’m sorry. I will try to be better”
Me: “I honestly don’t care…. But I’m sure your Mom would be very disappointed in you.”
And there you have it my dear readers……………….I will let you know how the next load of laundry goes!
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