Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Laundry Limits

I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of a bitch as a housewife.  Don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly grateful to have the opportunity to be at home with my daughter- I couldn't do that without my husband.  And I am more than happy to compensate for my lack of income by keeping house--- but I have my limits.

Take, for example, the laundry:

We have a rule in our house- I'll happily do all the laundry, but you get back what you give me.  As far as I'm concerned, carting loads of laundry down then back up the basement steps, sorting, folding and hanging---- this all pretty much covers the job of "Doing the Laundry."  Unballing funky sweaty socks and turning shirts right side out is taking it to the next level.  Dave has a habit of taking off his shirts and throwing them in the basket inside out--- so, that's how I hang them back up- Inside Out.  Seems fair to me!

Dave's shirts hanging in his closet--- stitching exposed, tags flapping in the breeze.

Also- I don't search his clothing for stains.  I already have to fish through all of Anna's clothes armed with my Oxy Clean spray.  I will gladly pre-treat any of his garments--- if he tells me about it.  How am I supposed to know if he had a taco for lunch and dripped meat juice on the collar?  If he throws a shirt in the basket with a stain on it, he can expect that same shirt back with the same stain now baked into the fibers.

He has another horrible habit- Dave doesn't always clean out his pockets before throwing his pants in the basket.

Drives. Me. Bonkers.

There's nothing quite as frustrating as opening the dryer to a clean load of clothes and bits of paper, bottle caps and the occasional re-wrapped piece of chewing gum.  Today, I folded a load of darks and had to shake bits of Kleenex out of all my shirts.  My dining room floor was blanketed in the fresh fallen snow of his used snot rag.

His punishment?

A smirking Dave cleans his tissue mess while taking a work conference call.

The thing is, I know he probably won't change his ways when it comes to the laundry situation.  The punishment is usually too easy for him to really care enough to bother.  Plus, Dave loves a good running joke!  And secretly I think he gets a kick out of this whole thing.

We ladies have to do what it takes in order to keep our sanity while also keeping house!  What standard or rule do you stick to in your house that makes your job easier?


  1. Very wise words when it comes to the laundry: You get what you give. You are too funny! I have to lug the piles up and down stairs too. Thankfully, my husband hangs his own clothes. With 6 in our house, my big rule is HANG UP YOUR TOWEL WHEN YOU'RE DONE!

  2. THAT is a great rule! Nothing like finding a mildewy smelling towel on the floor behind the bathroom door- ugh!

  3. I don't go through my husbands pockets either, and i don't unroll sleeves!!