I think I figured out why I hate doing laundry… more-so folding laundry…

Girl clothes.

Tonight I decided to help my other half out a little since I’ve noticed she’s been working hard cleaning up the place.  She and I have two totally different ways of cleaning.  She spends time every day cleaning certain little crevices here and there where you might not realized she’s been there until you notice something missing.  It’s really not always the most obvious place where I walk around blindly not noticing her hard work; these places are as random as the thoughts in my head!  I on the other hand, I sit around the house lazily most of the week but when I get that cleaning bug everything in the house is touched and you wont find one thing out of place!  But I digress…

Tonight I decided to help her out a little with the laundry since I notice it’s been a little “Slow” lately (usually I notice this when all the clean underwear seems to have been vanquished).  So I grab a load or two of clean laundry ready to be folded and put it on our bed…  You see, women clothes and men clothes mixed together is like two worlds colliding…  Men wear clothes that are very symmetrical by nature, and I’m a pretty large guy so when I grab one of my shirts I already know how it’s going to go down. I’m going to pick it up, it’ll have some weight to it so I know I’ve got it in my hands, its all going to be made of cotton, I’m going to give it about two and a half folds, and then I’m going to place it in nice pile with my other shirts.  ALL my shirts go into one pile unless I’m feeling extra organized then I might separate the “collared” shirts from the regular “T-shirts”.  Doesn’t really matter to me since they all are going to end up in the same drawer eventually being mixed up the next day while trying to get ready for work.

But women clothes?! WTF?!  Not one thing seems to be the same shape or material?!  Some things have large v-necks, some have straps, some have lacey things, some have sleeves, some are tank tops, some are sparkly, some are shinny, some are silk, some are terry, some don’t even look like clothes, most are some sort of lite space-age material… the list can go on and on! So each and every piece of her shirts that I pick up is some kind of epic struggle of “How the Hell is this Going to Work?!”  Half the time it’s like untangling a string of Christmas lights – First trying to figure out whats in and what’s out and how the heck is this strap cross over that one or where is this thing leading to or did a shoelace get tangled in here?!  So anyway after I figure out what I’m looking at I then need to figure out how to fold it… in the end it seems as if I’m making some sort of complex origami and I eventually give up and try to sort the piles of shirts which all seem to need to be in it’s own “special” pile or else they slide off each other and end up as if I didn’t do anything at all! Other than the occasional regular t-shirt which I welcome like a fat kid welcomes cake it usually ends in “Screw the socks I’m done”!

That’s why I hate folding laundry.