When people meet each other for a potential partnership, they should ask themselves some logical questions.* Examples:
Are you a smoker?
What if any is your religion?
What do you think of me drinking milk right out of the carton?
I would add to this list an inquiry into how the other one does the laundry. Think about it. You two will be doing decades of dirty duds and if there are intransigent standards it may be best to seek another mate or designate one to do the laundry while the other can take out to rubbish.
At the Spo-house, laundry accumulates faster than boiled asparagus. How on earth two men make so much is a mystery. It seems there is always some more that wants doing; there is always more to put into the dryer, and even more to fold and to iron.
First area of potential contempt: how often do you want to ‘do it’ – meaning the laundry. Are you one to ‘do it all’ on Saturday afternoon or when there is enough to fill the tub? Urs Truly tends to the latter, although this makes the washer machine into a sort of OCD case – “I am continually washing the same things, over and over, it never feels done or clean”.
Second area – and fear this can be a relationship deal breaker! – how often do you clean the lint trap. I won’t say who, but there is someone in the house who seems to never think about it. Oh the horror.
Folding clothes together can be as invidious as talking politics with your conservative uncle. I tend to dump the clean clothes into a Fafner’s pile and then sort them into proper taxonomies of T-shirts, socks, shirts, etc. and proceed to fold each subspecies to completion prior to moving on to the next (socks always last by the way). Someone finds this nonsense; he folds stating with “what’s on top” and moves down the pile. How things are folded can also be ticklish. We’ve made an unspoken truce to take turns folding clothes the ‘proper way’ while the other is away.
Ironing. Someone does a much better job than I. Think of Buddha on Adderall. However he gravitates to the “I am now obliged to iron all shirts en masse as there are no clean ones left” while I want to iron shirts as soon as they appear. I don’t iron his shirts as he ends up redoing them anyway.
Two more areas to inquire before moving in together: the amount and type of washing powder and the dryer timer. I tend to be niggardly about how much (how little) soap to use and I don’t see any difference to add the other liquids. I read somewhere it is bad to dry clothes too dry. Needless to say these are areas best done without pronouncing to one’s pignsie how you are going about it.
We’ve manage twenty years together without ending up in court either for a divorce or as a defendant in a homicide trial, and the togs get tided somehow.
Perhaps it isn’t so much how one does the laundry as giving charity to the other – even thought he doesn’t do it properly and I will just have to do it myself next time. 🙂
You can imagine their thoughts………
*Alas it is too late for Someone, who should have asked:
Do you like to watch Law&Order?
How many relatives do you have like you?
What is your taste in music?
-Too late indeed.