This beauty from my draft folder is from a few years ago. Ahh, the memories!
In most ways, Jamie and I have a very traditional marriage. I take care of most household chores and the children. He works, pays the bills and quarterly taxes and raises freakishly large orange creatures.
Remember, I said MOST WAYS. 
I do the laundry. I hate doing laundry but when we were engaged, I saw how Jamie did laundry and I wanted no part in it (his method involved large heaps of clean clothes that were never put away all week long). Though I don’t claim to be the perfect laundress, my process involves washing, drying, folding and putting away the laundry on the same day. I’m also moderately obsessive about doing laundry when we’re on vacation (if possible) and can’t stand coming home with a suitcase full of dirty clothes.
Jamie, on the other hand, likes to mix his clean clothes with his dirty ones in his suitcase.
It’s like nails on the chalkboard, peeps.
I do laundry a couple of times a week so usually stay on top of things, for which Jamie is openly grateful. But the other day, he made an unusual request.
“Where is my Nike shirt?”
“Which Nike shirt?”
“My grey one. It’s not in my drawer.”
“Then it’s probably in the dirty laundry.”
He proceeded to dig through the laundry basket. “HERE IT IS. Why is it not washed?”
“Let’s see. It’s Thursday and I did the laundry on Monday. That means you must have worn it in the last two days.”
I am the master of deduction.
Jamie is picky about what he wears but for some reason, he was hell-bent on wearing that shirt. And this, my friends, is where another laundry pet peeve comes into play. On the rare occasion he does a load of laundry, he only washes his clothes and nobody else’s.
A few minutes later I walked into the laundry room to see he’d thrown a few of his shirts into the wash (another peeve: not running a full load).
“Jamie, do you see this pile of dirty clothes sitting by the washing machine? It would be swell if you’d put some of these other clothes in to wash as well.”
His response? “I don’t want that dirty stuff touching my stuff.”
Dude needs a lesson in airing dirty laundry.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 