Downy Fresh
Yesterday I had two things going on at school and had to stay there until past dinner time. Before I left the house that morning I had set out a load of whites to put in the washer. Time got away from me and I didn't get to it before I left. Selfishly, I guess it wasn't that important to me as 99% of our "whites" are Spencer's undershirts and whatnots. When I got home last night and got the kids in bed I noticed that my fabulous husband had not only DONE the load of whites but also FOLDED them and placed my two or three articles neatly on the bed. Have I told you how much I love my man? And he did all of this while juggling the kids by himself! If I wasn't impressed before, then this took the cake...........but wait...........something is odd..........only the white clothes were folded on the bed. Where was the load that was sitting in the dryer? (Yes people I leave clothes in the dryer overnight and sometimes longer - get over it). Wait a second.........those aren't clean!! One sniff confirmed my hypothesis. My fantastic husband had seen the whites in the laundry basket and assumed them to be clean. Now don't stray on me - he STILL folded them and placed them on the bed which is unheard of in boy-land. But he didn't notice a lack of Downy freshness?? I called him in for the sniff test. Nada. I gave him a fresh floral fragrant Downy shirt and a yucky sittin the laundry basket shirt. He said they both smelled okay to him. REALLY??? This amazes me. I'm a sniffer from way back. I sniff everything. And I can tell not only if it's clean but give approximate dates on how long it's been hanging out in the closet just by the smell. That fact alone may make me the weird one in this story.
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ok... self-defense time. First, the basket of whites was sitting in the hallway at the top of the stairs for two, maybe three days, no-where near the laundry room - leading me to believe they were clean. For her, leaving things in one place for a long period of time (especially if the things are mine) is her subtle way of letting me know to do something with it. It’s kind-of like piling up the garbage in the kitchen so much that not only will the lid not shut, but there are piles of little bags all around the can. Again, another subtle way of letting me know to take out the trash without having to tell me to do it. Second, because I naturally smell so good, even my dirty clothes smell downy fresh. Third, I was curious when I was folding them why I had to continually place my socks back in the dirty clothes basket b/c they were still dirty from mowing/softball/etc… that should have been a clue, huh? :) Oh well... For those wondering, I went ahead and washed and dried the whites and am folding them like a good husband.
Non-smelling Spencer
No, no, wait a second. I'll let you have all of that except the amount of time they sat in the hallway. I put them in the basket and in the hallway the night before. (Tuesday night) My intent was to get them in the wash before I left for school Wednesday morning and I didn't get to it. So at best, you saw them Tuesday after townband and again on Wednesday morning. That's not even a full 24 hours! But I do tend to pile up the garbage in the kitchen......
Alright you two - -
'A' for effort to Spencer . . .And please do not feel alone because you are not the first wonderful husband to put dirty clothes away. (Maybe the first to be blogged about, but certainly not the first to do it.)
And to Jenny - After a week of getting to VBS by 8:30 am (and whining about it the entire week) I give you kudos for even knowing when you left the laundry there and what it *should* smell like when it's clean.
You two crack me up.
- Kim T
(who can't even remember my password to sign in to post this)
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