Mom did it for me during my 18 year residence "under their roof" and I even managed to pick an undergraduate location close enough to home to make weekly laundry trips.
Hubby now does all of our laundry.
I typically try to toss my dirty clothes into (or as close to) the laundry basket as I can, but even if I leave them on the floor, hooked on the footboard or in other random locations they always find their way back to me clean and folded. He's a good man.
What he doesn't do is put them away. He makes a nice pile of freshly laundered garments and places them neatly in our bedroom for me to put in drawers and closets. I'll be completely honest and admit that I typically pick through this pile as if it were my dresser until he "reminds" me to put them away. Again, he's a good man.
I've noticed lately that my return pile is not the heap that it once was. I found this to be strange, but figured that he had fallen behind on his little chore. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth I didn't question it. Another week passed and again my large pile of laundry was nowhere to be found. Instead, I had a small little basket filled with lots of underwear, a pair of shorts, a couple tank tops and a pool coverup. Strange.
Then the lightbulb went off.
This is all I wear.
Seriously.
The combination of pregnancy + hot summer + seasonal unemployment = me living in bathing suits and cover-ups with the occasional same pair of shorts and tank tops for big outings...like to Target.
I'm so stylish!
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