Laundry

The hubster and I had a fight about laundry last night.  It all started out so innocently and then it just exploded in our faces.  I think our tiff last night is definitely a tribute to how differently men and women think or maybe it's more like how differently I think than others.

So I needed to do what I thought was two loads of laundry yesterday.  I was already pushing it because I'm working longer hours this week and was supposed to meet a friend at 6:30 which really meant go to the bar directly after work.  That didn't quite work out.

Anyway, I get the great idea to have the hubster do one load of laundry for me and then I could do the rest after I got home from going out.  I call him up and he is amenable.

Me: Can you run a load of laundry for me?
Him: Sure
Me: Can you wash the dog stuff and then throw in some clothes and towels, but not anything white, to fill up the machine?
Him: *blink blink*  Ewww I don't want to wash clothes with the dog stuff.  There's poop! (Red's been sick lately - poor puppy)
Me: Why not?
Him: Because
Me: Fine just do the dog stuff

Note: The reason I didn't want anything white in the wash was because I was specifically doing whites to clean his shirt for the wedding and there were not a lot of whites in the first place.  I don't like doing a load of laundry with one freaking shirt.

Lo and behold, I rush home and what do I find?  WHITE towels in the dryer... *blink blink*

*insert fight here over the phone*

*insert fight here at home after the hubster gets back from class*

Turns out the hubster really thought he was doing the laundry correctly because towels are not clothes and white towels don't fall under the white category.  It did end up being a fight over a miscommunication and his wrong system of washing and separating clothes.  You should have seen the look on my face when he tried to tell me that you separate towels and clothes and that that is how he does laundry.  BULLSHIT, he is the captain of cold/cold washing.  He's never separated laundry in his life and he knows I know.

In a vengeful rage, I proceeded to do the rest of the laundry, but only my stuff because I can be petty like that.  I still have laundry to do and all the packing to do tonight.  UGH.  Today is going to be long and I have to get up asshole early tomorrow morning.