{"id":173,"date":"2005-04-25T19:38:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-25T23:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=173"},"modified":"2006-08-07T20:03:26","modified_gmt":"2006-08-08T01:03:26","slug":"laundry-for-engineers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crunchythoughts.com\/?p=173","title":{"rendered":"laundry for engineers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Steven and I have some odd arrangements when it comes to household chores, but none that amuse me as much as our laundry arrangements. When we first got married &#8212; and started living in the same abode &#8212; I took it upon myself launder both of our clothes heaps.<\/p>\n<p>That didn&#8217;t last long.  Once Steven found out that I didn&#8217;t sort the clothes first (and he wouldn&#8217;t have found out if I hadn&#8217;t shrunk a pair of jeans and faded a nice shirt) he suggested that he would do the laundry as long as I maintained the litter box.<\/p>\n<p>We both feel we got the better end of the deal.<\/p>\n<p>So it came to be I found myself doing miscellaneous things this weekend while Steven tackled the big pile of laundry. Steven tackles laundry like any engineer would: he reads every label on every single article of clothing, then after pondering his findings, he shuffles it off into one of ten piles, with each pile needing to be washed a specific way. When he&#8217;s done, the living room is covered with these clothes piles that looks exactly like a pasture full of fire ant beds. One by one, the piles migrate to the laundry room, waiting their turn to be rinsed free of our human filth.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve learned to mostly stay out of the way when it&#8217;s laundry time. However, I happened to be in the kitchen when the dryer beeped at me, signaling a pile was done. Steven was somewhere on the other side of the house, so I figured I&#8217;d be the nice wifey and fold the well-done load of clothes as a surprise.<\/p>\n<p>Steven came into the bedroom right when I was finishing folding the load: cold darks, which meant they were mostly Steven&#8217;s socks and work shirts.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ooh, thank you!  I could&#8217;ve helped, though,&#8221; he exclaimed as he set about reorganizing my piles.<br \/>\n&#8220;No problem, I should help more,&#8221; I replied, beaming at the praise of my mad laundry skillz.<\/p>\n<p>I lounged up on the bed as Steven started to put his clothes away. He picked up a shirt, stopped, then turned back to the bed and began to unfold and refold the shirt. He did the same thing with the next shirt.<\/p>\n<p>I should have known better than to fold his clothes.  &#8220;What are you doing?  Are you redoing my folds?&#8221; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221; he said in a somewhat sheepish voice, &#8220;they weren&#8217;t . . . flat enough.  You know how I am.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>All I could do was laugh.  I do know how he is, and I should have known that any shirt of his that I fold will eventually get refolded. I don&#8217;t have the engineering mind to fold clothes; you can tell by looking in my own dresser. My clothes are thrown in slapdash while Steven&#8217;s neat stacks of shirts look straight out of a magazine.<\/p>\n<p>Not that I&#8217;m complaining, mind you. I am just amused by no matter how normal a couple can be, there is always something that is just downright odd. With Steven and I, it&#8217;s our laundry rituals.<\/p>\n<p>Well, I&#8217;m off.  Time to go clean the litter box:  i.e. the better end of the deal.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Steven and I have some odd arrangements when it comes to household chores, but none that amuse me as much as our laundry arrangements. When we first got married &#8212; and started living in the same abode &#8212; I took it upon myself launder both of our clothes heaps. That didn&#8217;t last long. 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