Laundry Day

Laundry Day, originally uploaded by kallure.

One more thing – I finished the laundry!  This is a big accomplishment for me.  I hate laundry.  Almost as much as I hate doing the dishes.

But here’s the thing.  My idea of finished may not be your idea of finished.  See that picture above.  That’s finished.**  I know, not really.  But the part I hate about doing laundry is just that: folding and putting it away.  So once a week, a pile like that ends up on my couch and we either pick through it until I decide to fold it a week later or I fold it right away (which is rare and only because we have people coming over or something warranting the use of the other couch – yes, that’s an entire full size couch under there).

Does anybody else have this problem?

I also have preferences for what I like to fold.  Socks are ok, especially now that we caved and bought Steve all the same kind of socks.  Towels are fine.  Pants are eh.  Hate shirts of any kind.

And finally, I’d like to advocate some sort of mandatory man purse.  Or at least, a mandatory no pockets rule on men’s pants.

I rarely use my pockets because I have a purse.  And when I do, I come home and empty them out.  Men don’t do that.  Scratch that – they do but only for stuff that’s important, i.e. their wallets.  I loathe doing Steve’s work clothes because aside from the fact that they seem to never get clean (oil and grease and fuel stains are not easy to get out) but also because there’s always random shit in his pockets.  Like nuts and bolts.  Or change.  Or his pay stub.  Or those plastic oil change reminder stickers (he pulls the old ones off and puts them in his pocket).  Or PENS!  Pens are the worst culprit.  And I can’t tell you how many times we’ve gotten lucky sending them all the way through the wash without them exploding.

The lighters too.  They’ve been sent through one too many times.

And you’d think I’d check but I’m lazy.  I know my pockets don’t have anything in them.  And his work clothes have like eleventy billion pockets.  His pants are cargo pants with zippered and snappy pockets and he has two shirt pockets where one is actually sewed 3/4 of the way in to create, get this, a pen slot!

I could let him do his own laundry and he does if I slack off on my “housewifely duties” (and he checks his pockets).  But it’s so much easier to bundle it all into one pile and separate it in the kitchen.  And then if I don’t do them right away they’ll sit in the middle of the kitchen/dining area until he decides he outs of work clothes.

So maybe, just maybe we can make the man purses or pants without pockets fashionable.

I hear men screaming everywhere!!!

Am I the only one with this issue?  Or should I just learn to check the pockets?