Confession #2 : I'm not very good at laundry.

1st off I feel like I should begin this post by defending my mother...

My momma taught me how to do laundry! She taught me how to sort out the colors, determine the need for the "Regular" or "Delicates" cycle. She taught me that new, dark colored things might need to be washed by themselves. She taught me how to adjust the "Load Size" knob so that you get enough water in the barrel. She taught me how to fold and hang the clothes so they don't get wrinkly. She was a very good teacher.

But somehow, someway all those lessons just don't stay in my head all at the same time. When it was just me I had a system down. I had the same clothes and I knew what could wash with what and how much water and detergent was needed with each load. But now that I'm married... there are new clothes and a WHOLE LOT MORE of them.

Part of my confusion may come from the fact that my husband generates a fairly large amount of dirty laundry. He has clothes he wears to work, clothes he wears to work out, and clothes he wears to relax. And, if we're going out for the evening, he sometimes even changes into "going out" clothes.

Now, I am thankful that my husband doesn't walk the dog in his work slacks, and even more thankful that when he comes in from sweating... I don't have to ask him to change his shirt so he smells less during dinner. There is nothing wrong with how much laundry he generates... it is just more than I was expecting.

The past couple of weeks I let the laundry go longer than I should and have been working on piles of dirty laundry for what seems like days now. (There is so much we have two loads of blue. Not colors, not darks, not even jeans and everything else blue that's not jeans, but two complete loads of blue. I guess a third if you want to count the pile of jeans.) Anyway, I've been working on washing, drying and putting away as I edit and work on designs for my business.

Somehow this happened yesterday:

We had light blue, April Fresh scented patches all over all our whites. The first place I saw it was on one of Z's undershirts. I thought to myself:

"Hmm, he must have had a pen break. I should check his dress shirts before I wash them." Then I noticed it on some of his unmentionables:

"That's weird!" I thought to myself. "Maybe he didn't know the pen had broken and put it in his pants pocket. I'll check those too."

Then I saw it on one of my undershirts. "What? I don't even wear shirts with pen pockets?"

I examined the patches a little closer. It actually looked more like a blue highlighter or marker, but I didn't think Bugsy (my husband's dogchild, who isn't super happy about my constant presence) had mastered coloring yet. Surely I would have noticed a blue marker in the wash.

Then I noticed that this load smelled a lot stronger than the others... and why are my hands sticky?

I don't exactly know why, but after I loaded the whites into the washer Bugsy (it surely couldn't have been me) snuck out into the garage and turned the load size knob to Very Small. Now this is silly because as I have told you... none of my loads are even Medium let alone Small or Very Small. Crazy dog!

Anyway, once I figured out what was going on I ran them through again with no detergent and everything was fine. I told Bugsy that he was going to have to do better than that to rid of me. He just smirked and starred at me, or maybe he was starring at the door to my left, it's just so hard to tell with this little guy.