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I don’t do laundry. Not because I can’t but because it’s just been forbidden. You see, Kevin has a problem with the way I do laundry. It’s not that it’s difficult … you just put the clothes in the washer, add the detergent and turn it on. When that’s complete, you simply put it in the dryer. No… that part I can handle. It’s the next part where we run into complications. I’m a person who isn’t bothered by the petty details of life … and Kevin is an engineer. You get the picture. It’s all about dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s to him so he has issues with my folding style. I don’t have one. I hate folding laundry with a passion and don’t worry about the little things like wrinkles.
They don’t bother me at all. I mean we’re not talking starving children in Africa here…we’re talking about a few wrinkles in your jeans … or t-shirts. Usually if you wear them for a while, they come out anyways and if not … it’s not like we’re in a beauty contest or anything. I’m completely comfortable with being a slob … I mean I wear a t-shirt and either leggings or gym shorts every day depending on the season so I certainly don’t let things like a few wrinkles in said items deter me from getting through the day and it’s not like Kevin has a career as a fashion model or anything.
But Kevin has real issues with wrinkles. I mean he even wants his jeans folded neatly … so if I fold them he comes out of the laundry room shaking his head and says, “Lynn, did you fold the laundry again.” Now don’t start feeling too sorry for Kevin because it’s not as bad as you think. We have somebody come in who takes care of the laundry (shout out Carol!). She’s been with us almost 20 years and starting babysitting when Andie was born and then just eventually took over more and more of the daily running of our house. Now I know this sounds spoiled, and it is! But it’s really more for Kevin than me. Now that I think about it, I’m a real altruist. The sacrifices I make for love. I don’t mind things screwed up and he does … Carol even folds his underwear. Seriously folks … HIS UNDERWEAR!
So, when she’s not around … being that Kevin spends about 10 hours a day at work … I take over the every day drudgeries around here and that includes the laundry. A few years ago, Carol had the misfortune to be in a serious car wreck. Needless to say, she wasn’t around here for about two months. I was doing the laundry when the following conversation took place:
Kevin: “Lynn, you can’t do the laundry anymore. I just can’t take it!”
Me: “What’s wrong with it? Everything is clean.”
Kevin: “Look at these jeans, they look like they were crushed in the dryer”
Me: “What’s your point?”
Kevin: “The point is no more folding for you.”
Me: “Who’s going to do it then? Carol’s not around”
Kevin: “Well, I guess I’ll just have to do it then”
Me: “You can’t do it. It will take so much time up and then who’s going to do the cooking and cleaning?”
Yes folks, that was a real conversation that Kevin and I had and we still laugh about it to this day. Needless to say, I have perfected the art of avoiding work and folding laundry has moved onto the list of “things that Lynn is forbidden to do”. But don’t worry … Kevin isn’t doing it either because … Carol’s back!