Okay - you all know how much I hate laundry. It stinks. It's a never ending cycle. I almost hate to see the empty laundry basket because you just know as soon as you turn your back it will be full again!! Even though I mainly only do it for two. Ever since I found a nicely folded stack of clothes in the dirty hamper (thanks, M-C!). That quickly earned him the ability to do his own, since he was too freakin' lazy to put them away!
So here are my rules:
Empty the pockets. If you don't - oh well. Because I'm damn sure not checking them for you. You are lucky if I even bother to sort them! (yes, hubby has been known to wear pink underwear because of this!)
And woe is you if your pen leaks all over my clothes!!
If you can't take it off right side out - not my problem. If it gets folded or hung, it will get folded or hung inside out.
You can't be bothered to pre-treat (even though I've asked you to do so a million times!) then I can't be expected to remember what shirt/pant/etc. needs to be pre-treated either.
If it needs to be ironed - you are SO on your own. I hate ironing more than I hate doing laundry.
And the number one item on Gigi's list - IF YOU COMPLAIN, IT BECOMES YOUR JOB!
End of story.
So, needless to say, we are a bunch of wrinkled, stained and pink slobs around here.