Laundry

I am most definitely not a blogger.  I'm more of a blogger than I am a runner...which says leaps and bounds about my infrequent use of legs moving rapidly.  I do however blog in my head quite frequently.  I guess you shouldn't call it blogging in your head cause I did it before blogging ever started.  Nonetheless, I script things that go on in my life and don't always get the time to write them down.  But today I decided that I have some spare moments as I stayed home from work since I can't breathe well and I'm on day 13 of being sick. 


I do not love laundry.  It is not my favorite thing to do.  It turns out that my sister and I are quite similar.  Neither one of us mind separating the clothes and putting them in and switching them over...or even folding the clothes.  What I despise is the putting away of clothes.  Quite frequently it gets delayed.  It will lay somewhere, usually on the other half of the queen size bed where no one sleeps or the shirts draped neatly over the chair in my room by the computer wait for hangers and to be placed in my walk in closet I'm completely in love with ever since I moved in this house.

On the other hand, my boyfriend...which I guess I don't really mind saying his name...Ryan, LOVES laundry.  I've never seen a man love laundry.  Maybe there are more of them out there.  I swear to you he does laundry probably every other day and if not more frequent.  He takes great care of his laundry.  He uses Tide and downy softener and some good brand of dryer sheets I can't recollect right now.  He even does delicate loads.  I have never in my life done a delicate load.   Ever...I'm sure I should have by now.  But I just throw it in with my normal batch and call it a day.  He changes all sorts of settings on the washer and dryer where mine are the same almost all the time.  I have yet to understand why he loves laundry so much.  He'll come home from work and say I need to wash my work clothes so I have something to wear tomorrow.  But you did laundry yesterday.  That was my underwear, I have to do delicates for my work clothes.  Oh...right. 

But still he could have done it the same day just another load.  I am one of those people who has bought enough underwear to at least last me 37 days (I happen to know that cause I went to Europe for that long and had that much plus some leftover...not a ton but a few).  I love having lots of underwear.  I can go usually about two weeks before I need some pants or shirts again for washing.  I save it til its absolutely necessary to wash and then do it all at one time.  I run out of socks before I run out of underwear...but I do wear several pairs of shoes without socks.  Regardless, I would never do laundry for underwear and not follow with a load of "work clothes" the day after that.

Don't get me wrong at all.  I love that he loves to do laundry...it just entirely boggles my mind.  It's one of those idiosyncrasies that you fall in love with when being around other people for lots of time.  I find it cute that he is so caring of his clothes and really only loves Tide and Downy.

He just came home from a trip today and since I'm home I offered to help with his laundry from his suitcase while he was at work.  And it turns out he needs work clothes.   So that means I'm doing my first load of delicates today.  I'm 28 and it's my first load of delicates.  I'm not sure how many other people change the dials every time they use their washer or dryer, but I guess I'll explore more of my options in hopes that it might keep my clothes I love lasting longer (although frankly most of them have lasted pretty well anyways).  So here's to laundry for the one I love...delicates coming right up.