Manly Validation
I have spent the better part of this morning begrudgingly sorting through and folding the mounds–literally mounds–of clean laundry. I readily admit that folding and putting away said folded laundry is far down my list of things I enjoy doing each day. Truth be told, it’s not even on the list, unless that list would be the list of things I absolutely despise doing but I do anyway because it’s in the job description that I, like a fool, failed to read before signing up for this gig.
I came to a few realizations this morning, First, my wife was right (how many times you gonna hear that, Honey?). My obsession with kids wearing socks during the summer has got to stop. I despise folding the whitewash and socks just add to that pile. The kids don’t keep a pair of socks on for a full day anyway. If they do make it through the day, they are so full of dirt and grime that there is not a washer or detergent made that will ever sufficiently clean them. And lastly, the ones that actually do make it to the laundry basket are never matched. I’ve got a basket of singles that is literally overflowing. Must be over 40 socks in there and not a single one matches another. Here’s to summer sandals!
Next. What exactly is “like-colors”? I’ve got a couple shirts with no fewer than seven different colors in them and the washing instructions indicate that I should wash them with like-colors. The one time I was able to produce two similar shirts in the same laundry load one wanted warm water with like colors the other wanted cold. There’s no way! I’m not about to set aside an entire load for a single shirt. And before you get any ideas–I’m not going to hand wash it either. I took my chances–they got cold. (I now have two very similar shirts with no fewer than 3 different colors.)
Here’s another thing. Exposing a folded garment in a dresser drawer to the ambient air in the room does not make that garment dirty and in need of a wash! In the folding today were three long sleeve t-shirts and two sweaters. Sweaters!!! It’s the middle of July. We haven’t worn sweaters around here for months. So why does it end up in the laundry? Jeez. If you take it out of the drawer and decide not to wear it, fold it back up and put it back in the drawer!
Good Lord! I’ve just ranted about laundry. Again! I feel I may need to go outside and do something a little bit more dude like, manly, testosterone fueled! You know, to re-validate the man card. I saw some weeds in my rose bushes. Maybe I’ll go tackle those pesky little boogers!
