So yesterday I walked in to my husband standing on the washing machine trying to stomp on the clothes in an attempt to fit more in- much like trying to fit more garbage into a dumpster. He then jumped down, ran past me to grab the post pounder and returned. It was amazing the number of garments he could fit into the nooks and crannies with the aid of the pounder. And to think its only use is to pound fence posts into the ground! I have you know this is so not true! (And to think that people call me dramatic- I don't get it).
Now a GOOD wife would have appreciated that her husband was jumping in to help with the laundry. She would go up to him, put her arms around him, give him a kiss and say thank you.
I proceeded with the lecture: You can't cram the washer full. It will not allow the laundry to move with the cycle and the clothes will not get cleaned. Don't wash that with that- the last time you did you dyed half the load pink and we can't afford having to replace clothing that get ruined. And we actually should divide the laundry according to color: one load of whites, one of blacks or darks, one of reds, etc. Blah, blah, blah.
An hour or two later, I threw a load in. And guess what happened. It all came out blue. Serves me right. Luckily we could both laugh about it. No more lectures.....
