Mount Clean Laundry
When Kris and I started dating, things progressed as normal. Few months here, few months there, and before long we were helping each other with the laundry.
Well, sorta helping.
More like "helping."
See, it took me all of two times of folding his laundry before I learned how wrong I was folding all of his clothes.
Folding clothes is by far the worst part of doing laundry. Gathering clothes, dumping them in the machine, transferring to the drier, carrying them to the livingroom to be folded, no problem. Folding the clothes? Problem. Can't stand that part.
As a result of the dislike of the clothes folding, I fold them as quickly as possible: shirts get two folds, pants get three folds all in the same direction, underwear never gets folded, and as few items are put on hangers as possible. The process works for me.
But not for Kris.
He prefers his clothes oddly folded like you find in retail store: one sleeve folded over, the other sleeve folded over, the bottom folded up and the top folded down, each direction folded into thirds. Four folds.
I believe in halves. Two folds, each in half, done.
No, no, no, Kris said. Why do you think the stores fold the shirts into thirds, so that there are no creases in the front.
Say what?
I can't say I've ever thought, "Huh, there's a crease on the front of my shirt. I guess I'll be branded a social outcast for the rest of my life."
Pants are another thing. Fold in half lengthwise. Hold the waistband, fold in half at the knees. Grab the fold and fold in half again. Two easy motions folding down.
Not for Kris.
Legs go on the inside. Fold down, then turn 180° and fold in half again, so that the legs go in the inside.
Two folds, but that turn, that turn!
We eventually negotiated three folds for shirts, one arm folded, the other arm folded, fold in half. The shirts sit taller in the drawer than I like, but Kris is happy there are no creases in the middle of the front of the shirt.
Not that I use drawers.
If I could only get him to lighten up on the pants.