When I married Tyler I did not know how to use a washer. Sounds silly but I seriously did not know how to operate a washer.
When I grew up we all had our chores. We all had to make our beds as soon as our toes would touch the floor next to our bed. If we could make our beds in our sleep, even better! We had to clean the dishes, by hand. We were not allowed to touch the dishwasher (which often made us wonder why we even had one). But most important, we were not allowed, by any means, to touch my mom’s washer. No way. It was one of my mom’s treasures besides her beloved sewing machine.
When the time came for me to do our very first load of laundry I had no clue what to do. Tyler showed me how and I realized that it was not so tough after all.
This was 4 years ago and still, up to this date, I hate doing the laundry. It is mostly the folding the clothes part of it. I always end with a backache and bored to death.
Often times, and I am pretty sure this has happened to you as well, I find miscellaneous objects at the bottom of our washer. Just the other day I found Tyler’s iPod! It went through two cycles, TWO! Of course, it did not make it. Poor thing is still in a bowl of rice hoping to revive and play some tunes. I doubt it though.
I think it was yesterday that the iPod incident came up to light, yet again. Tyler made a comment about it and then said something that really upset me. He said it as a joke, but we all know that some jokes are half true.
He said: “If only you’d learned to look into the pockets.” I love this man but sometimes I want to smack him on the back of the head NCIS-style. But his comment was not nice at all. Joke or not.
All I said was “Well, it is not my fault that my mom taught me to take care of my own pockets.” I got glared at by his mom.
And she did. My mom always asked us to take care of our own laundry. If we needed a specific shirt yesterday, we had to have thought about it 3 weeks ago! She never went around the entire house on a clothes hunt, unless the load was not full and we were not home to go fetch our own dirty clothes. And God forbid you to leave the towels on the floor.
And I take after her on this matter, and many more. I am so used to taking care of my own dirty clothes that when it’s laundry day I don’t go on a scavenger hunt around the house. And the only pockets I go through are mine and the boys’ (which often go unused). I overlook Tyler’s cause my mind is set to each taking care of their own. I have so many things to do every single day that I can’t seriously do it all by my self.
Is this a cultural thing? Do you go through every single pocket in your laundry basket? Am I crazy for expecting a little bit of courtesy?
*Oh, and I must clarify, Tyler was the one who put his jeans and iPod in the washer, I simply did the second wash. That sucker was hiding under the middle blades. Does it count on my behalf if my cycle was on delicate?