Claus and I share the laundry chores, though he's been doing more of it since I went back to work full-time. We seem to end up doing a load every other day. We definitely do a load after he/we come home from jujitsu practice. On those nights, we'll put the gi in the washer, and fill up the rest of the washer with whatever dirty clothes there are, just to make a full load.
I have not been going to jujitsu. As I mentioned in earlier blogs, I've been so tired from the steep learning curve, I'm done at the end of the day. I have been going to sleep at 8-ish. Jujitsu isn't over till 9. I'm fast asleep when he gets home.
It seems that his white jujitsu pants have become streaked with a lot of pink lately. It's probably because he throws Olivia's clothes in the washer with his gi, and she likes to wear a lot of pink, and something is bleeding. I am guilty of making that error myself in the past, so I can't criticize him. The pink usually fades after a few washes and if it doesn't, he bleaches the pants. It's not an issue.
I know you're supposed to separate the lights and darks, but we don't. We just have a lot of durable clothing that usually doesn't create a problem. I realize I could get my housewife card revoked for that, but oh well.
I finally made it back to the dojo last week. Claus was wearing his gi and it currently has a pink streak by the bowtie, and a pink blotch on the back. We didn't think anyone else was noticing or caring, since it's 80% men in the class. And then there was Denise. She immediately pointed it out and said, "He always comes to class with something pink on his pants."
I was surprised and amused. "You notice that?" I asked.
"He's famous for that. He always has pink on his pants," she chuckled.
I guess we better start sorting our colors.
When I was a housewife, I did most of the laundry. There are a few items I can machine wash cold, but line dry. Claus would never keep track of that. I'm supposed to throw my items in a special Diane-only basket if they need special care. I forgot.
I threw my black pants and one blouse into the family clothing basket. Claus did the wash. I noticed it just as he was about to throw it all in the dryer.
"Wait, can you hang up that shirt and black pants to air dry?" I asked.
After he did, I noticed a second pair of pants. "Oh, those pants too," I added.
He did. Then I saw a third pair. "What's that black thing? Can you lift it up? I might want that line dried too," I said.
Now he was getting tired of this. After he hung up the third pair of paints, he grabbed the basket and put it right up against the dryer opening and started shoveling the wet clothing in quickly, so I couldn't see what else might be in there to line dry.
"Is there anything else in there of mine?" I quizzed.
"Nope, nope. We're good. It's all done," he said while ushering me into the house.
I'm happy to say that there was nothing else in the basket, so nothing shrunk in the dryer.
How do you handle laundry at your house? What's the worst article of clothing you've had shrink in the dryer or bleed in the wash?
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