this weekend i made a total rookie mistake in doing our laundry. Not only have we been married long enough for both of us to learn each others preferences in how laundry is handled, but I've also been doing laundry since I was like 9 or 10, and my mom was quite diligent in teaching me the ins and outs of properly doing laundry, and with brothers especially, I learned how important it is to check pockets when you put in a load of clothing.
And yet, for several reasons, that didn't matter.
It could have been that we were in a hurry to get the house totally picked up before small group on Sunday. Maybe it was that I was still quite tired from the weekend of camping and the discomfort of our ever-deflating air matress leading to the lack of quality sleep. Perhaps I have grown too accustomed to Seth emptying his pockets every time he takes off a pair of pants. Every time, I swear it! Granted, that's at home, or at least when he has a dresser or somewhere similar to unload the contents of said pockets, which was obviously not as available in our tent. Whatever the reason, or combination or reasons, I spaced the part where you're supposed to check
the contents of all pockets before placing them into the washing machine.
This all became quite apparent when Seth was looking for the change he had from the weekend, and the shorts he was wearing. This lead us to check the dryer which I was going to be emptying later that evening. We found pretty much every piece of clothing within marked either from the pen, the tube of chapstick, or the Listerine Strips that were in the pair of shorts that he had worn on Saturday.
Sweet. Totally my fault, there's no way I could really pass this one off.
I guess this is why they make stain treaters, and why I'm glad I buy them!
9 comments:
Maybe if you quit your job like the Bible tells you, you'd have more time to focus on your women's work.
Kidding, people...
So have you found a stain treater that gets chapstick out?
I love Kevin Sawyer
My wife has laundry sitting in convuluted piles that make no sense to me. i don't know what's clean or dirty, or what's white or colored.
Kevin, as soon as you can convince my husband to let me stay home and care for our house, I will do so with a glad heart.
p.s. did it ever occur to you to ask your wife how the convuluted piles all worked out? She might appreciate your helpful attitude...seriously dude, that equals major husband points. Actually listening and helping out rocket your point values thru the roof...just trying to help here...
She gets mad when I help.
then you must just be doing something wrong. =P
Ann - I had a bad laundry week. I threw a rug in with some lights because I was washing it on hot. Well, guess how that turned out. Everything has a blue tinge. I also have a pair of capris with a drawstring. They're wrapped around the agitator of my washing machine and I have no idea how to get them out. Until then, I can't do laundry!
wow! That's impressive. That's a job that will take patience and persistence...or a deftly operated pair of scissors and a backup drawstring.
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