Laundry Woes
So, ever since I moved in with my husband (I moved in 2 weeks after the wedding), step-son Melve has done the laundry. (Melve is not his actual name). He doesn't do a great job at folding the laundry. He waits forever to fold, so my clothes end up all wrinkled. I'll have shirts disappear into step-kids drawers (because they don't check to see if it's actually theirs) and disappear for months a time since the boys don't want to wear girl clothes--but don't realize they should give it to me. I'll sometimes spot my pink shirt on the shelves of the youngest too. And don't even get me on the socks---all of my socks keep disappearing. And I typically wear "no show" socks--which a 5 boys claim to NOT wear. Grr!
During the summer months sometimes I would fold my husband and I's laundry instead of waiting for Melve to fold it. My husband told me this was a big mistake, because then Melve will expect that I will always fold it and will quit folding the laundry.
Apparently he was right. I mean--I tried to quit doing it. But today we found our laundry put back into the laundry basket, not folded--but clean. Just sitting there---I guess Melve felt like he didn't have to do it. To make the whole thing worse (or funnier--hopefully you find this funny)--I had taken a white mesh laundry bag and carefully put all of my socks in it as I was putting clothes into laundry. I figured if I put all the socks into the bag, then I could get all my socks back. Well, Melve put all our clean clothes and stuffed them back into the laundry basket--but carefully emptied the socks into the giant sock basket before he threw the white mesh back into the laundry basket.
Ouch!