I wrote a while back about how I don’t do Adam’s laundry… stop judging me, he’s a dude and his laundry is gross. And he generates like, seven times as much dirty clothing as I do so if I did his laundry I’d be doing laundry all day every damn day.
Anyway, I was feeling nice recently (no idea why) and while he was gone for the weekend I decided I’d surprise him by getting his MOUNTAIN of smelly clothes all clean and put away (you know now that I think about it, I might not actually have been feeling nice, but actually super-annoyed that I couldn’t walk through our bedroom…).
You guys, I’d just like to give you an idea of how long it’s been since Adam actually operated the washing machine. Here is a breakdown of all of the separate categories of clothing – each which constituted a FULL load of laundry – I had to lay out before I even started this chore:
1. boxers
2. white socks
3. hunting socks
4. button-up work shirts
5. fleece pants
6. waffle shirts (long-john material)
7. orange t-shirts
8. dark t-shirts
9. white t-shirts
10. jeans
11. weird materials (workout shirts, nylon, underarmour, etc.)
12. cargo shorts
13. sweatshirts/sweatpants
14. miscellaneous color load
Okay… I know who I married, so I’m not particularly surprised by most of this, but who the heck has an entire load of dirty hunting socks??? Or really, an entire load of orange t-shirts?
OR FOURTEEN F***ING LOADS OF LAUNDRY IN GENERAL??
Aaaaaaaand now I’ve retreated blissfully back into my “no man-laundry” rule after a weekend spent folding laundry gave me carpal-tunnel. Next time you see my husband, tell him his socks look clean.