Airing My Dirty Laundry

Laundry has never been on my Top 10 list for things I enjoy doing.  At this point in my life I accept it more than I have in the past because I can turn up some angst-ridden music from a hip-hop Pandora station on my phone while I fold too many white-ish socks.  Also I no longer despise laundry because there is an actual, measurable sense of accomplishment when I am done.  Full hampers are emptied, and it sometimes takes several hours before someone puts something new into one. 

I really wish the above picture turned out better.  What I was trying to show is not as obvious as it was in real life.  It is supposed to be a perfect example of the respect for the process of doing laundry the one only gains when one is THE ONE responsible for all the laundry week in and week out.  What was ridiculously obvious in real life was that there were two piles of shirts ready to be hung.  My pile had exactly 4 shirts plus a couple tank tops that you cannot see in the picture.  Jon's pile?  It had 3,289 shirts.  Had I gone weeks without doing any of his laundry?  No.  I had washed all of OUR laundry from OUR hamper only days before.  These two piles are from the same exact number of days. 

I wore four shirts in four days.  That seems rational to me, the one who does the laundry. 

Did Jon wear 3,289 shirts in four days?  I don't think so. 

What I think happened is that he piled clothes in various piles in various places in our closet.  When it was time to tidy for the homestudy, he could no longer remember what the various piles might be.  He is a rational creature and realizes that anything he places in that big hamper is soon returned to him in a clean and dry state, by some magical fairy, no doubt.  Since he had no idea which of his clothes were clean, which had only been worn for three minutes, and which were down-right dirty, he decided to put ALL OF THEM into the hamper.  What a guy-always making sure those fairies don't get too bored!

This was not the only laundry-related incident that happened this week.  I had a garment (I don't want to say bra because it might make my brother blush), yes, a garment, on the ironing board in our closet.  I later found it thrown to the floor.  I asked the man who shares my closet if that garment had made him mad and thus deserved to be thrown onto the floor.  He stated that he was not sure whether it was clean or dirty, so he didn't know where to put it.  Hmm.  When I wear an article of clothing, remove it in a dirty state, I tend to put it in one specific place:  our hamper!  If my clothing is not in my hamper, you can be pretty sure it is not dirty.

Let's review: 

Dirty-Hamper


Not Dirty-Not in Hamper

Any questions?  If so, you'll have to ask me later. I have some laundry to fold.