Monday, November 5, 2007

Airing My Clean Laundry

After leaving my parent's house, I spent quite a few years using coin operated laundry. Either I lived in a place which didn't offer a washer/dryer hookup, or I was too cheap and scared to plunk down money to buy something as serious as a washing machine. I became well versed in laundry baskets, commercial machines, and putting off the laundry until the absolute last minute (people in the laundromat are arguably the worst dressed people in the world).

Once I graduated to having actual units in my house, I admit I became a little anal about the process. This grew and grew until I reached my current preferred method of doing laundry. All laundry must either be in a hamper (dirty), a machine (in progress), or put away in its proper home (clean). No in betweens. No exceptions. And while we're at it, I prefer to color code items in the closet and bureau. I have laundry issues, but I get intense pleasure from closing the loop on a pair of dirty tees.

Then I got pregnant, and I got sick. And my husband took over the laundry.

This is my husband's method of laundry - strict adherence to doing laundry on Saturday and Sunday, regardless of how much laundry is actually in the hamper on any other day (or lack thereof on the weekend). He washes the clothes, then proceeds to make piles of laundry all over the house. Some unfolded. Some folded. Then he proceeds to dress himself the following week from said piles.

I have questioned how it is possible to be comfortable creating a messier house while in the process of cleaning clothes. Does he not see the irony in this? Apparently, he does not. It can literally take days for the piles to wittle themselves down.

I have expressed the sentiment that folding and putting away laundry is the actual work. Placing clothes in a machine is not work for us, it is work for the machine. Our contribution comes after. This line of reasoning does not really work. Neither does the hint that it takes about the same amount of effort to place a pile of underwear on top of the bureau as it does to place it INSIDE the bureau. Well, you have to open the drawer, of course, however this requires less than herculean strength.

This is man who can create an entire gourmet meal and use 1.5 pots and a single wooden spoon. He often tells me I use too much equipment when cooking (a simple spaghetti meal for me requires no fewer than three pots/pans and several stirring utensils). Apparently, I am to the kitchen what my husband is to the laundry room. But the kitchen is ONE room, whereas the naughty laundry is apparently sexually active and multiplies in piles throughout the house.

Of course, I am grateful that my husband has taken on so much of the household maintenance. I would rather have a pile of clean bras then be forced to rifle through ill fitting ones looking for something unsmelly to wear. One cannot always have one's cake and eat it, too.

Particularly when the dining room chairs are full of Hanes briefs, however clean.

1 comment:

Christy said...

naughty naughty laundry!

I definitely think folding and putting away are the hard part. I do the washing and folding in our house but I draw the line at putting away. Sometimes this means piles on Matt's dresser for a week, but now I know to be thankful they're not in the dining room!