I think I turned some white towels blue today. Not a dark blue – just sort of a pale blueish white.
It’s been more than a decade since I have been held accountable for the wash. Historically, I’ve tossed the jeans with the bath towels, the boxers with the girl’s dresses, the dress shirts with the dish towels. I don’t’ think that’s gonna fly anymore. Julie has a different set of standards. It bothers her when my underwear and the kitchen stuff mix. Even in the washer!
We decided early on in our courtship that we’d pretty much keep our laundry separate. But there are shared items, like towels, that sometimes come into play. Perhaps I should have black ones and she white and never the twain shall meet.
I’ve also learned that there are certain towels/rags/sponges to wipe counters, floor spills, dry dishes and wipe noses. It’s so confusing.
Recently a bit of spaghetti sauce dropped onto the floor right in front of the stove. I grabbed the closest towel to quicky sop, it was right there in arm’s reach! Apparently it is not in that towel’s job description to wipe the floor. It’s not in my job description to fix a jam in the copier, but sometimes I do it! That one is exclusively for CLEAN dishes that need to be dried. Uh-oh. “But it was so close to me,” I explained. My fiancé kindly clarified its role and suggested paper towels might be my best bet. I can use them on anything and then just toss, AFTER ONLY ONE USE, she emphasized. She also pointed to the Kleenex box… just in case.
After she gently covered the cleaning bases, I asked if I could share a concern with her. She was very open.
“I can always tell when you’ve worn my readers,” I said.
“You can?” she questioned.
“Yes. You pick them up by the glass, not the handle, and you leave a smudge print right in the line of sight. I put them on and immediately, I know.” It’s like Papa Bear with his chair. Someone’s been wearing my glasses and they left a smudge mark THIS BIG!
She promptly bought disposable glasses wipes to help with the issue.
You’d think the guy who wipes the floor with the dish towel wouldn’t mind the smudge. You’d think the woman who wants whites and darks separated in the wash wouldn’t pick glasses up on the 20/200 lens.
It’s a bit perplexing. I’d say it’s that opposites attract thing and yet, there may be more similarities than differences.
I’ll work on the sanitation conditions around here. I’m sure she’ll work on the fingerprints. We’ll likely see better and ingest less germs if we take the best of both.
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