I think we may be off to a better start this week, at least food is not the focus.
It's laundry day in this house, every day is laundry day. I had not been married long until I discovered there was a laundry gene in the Bob's family line. Not every one of his siblings had it but it was strong in those who did.
For Bob it has always meant the sun must not go down on a dirty piece of cloth anywhere in our house. Toward the end of the day he usually washes a load of clothes. It's anybody's guess what's in that basket of laundry. It can be anything from blue jeans to bath towels to a silk blouse ( if he happens to get his hands on one). He is unteachable about sorting clothes.
For him it's not about how nice the clothes look, but rather that they're clean. Blue jeans and a white blouse may not make the white blouse look too great but it's clean and that's what matters. As the day wears on he becomes more desperate to find enough to make a load.
Years ago I delivered an ultimatum "Don't Touch My Clothes!" I've stuck to that and have finally put the fear of god into him about washing my things.
I never have any idea what brand of liquid laundry soap I'm using. He buys the largest container he can find at Costco, too heavy to lift and pour into the machine. He then proceeds to pour it into smaller containers to be used at the machine.
I long ago gave up my rights to be first at the washing machine. I wash when I see the washer is free. I listen for comments to tell me when he might be planning to use the washer and I plan accordingly. I learned early on nothing comes between Bob and his washer.
I'm actually not sure what we did those first years we were married. Probably spent a lot of time at the laundromat. The instant we could afford a washer we had one.
It's nice because I do only my personal laundry and he does the rest. A set of sheets really puts a smile on his face. He loves finding a pile of something ready to go in the washer.
One of his sisters would do laundry in the middle of the night. At least he hasn't done that but he does love to run that washer and dryer. Ours probably runs more than if we were a family of six.
How often do you do laundry? Do you enjoy doing laundry?