I’ve been doing my own laundry for 56 years, and it’s a no-brainer. Of course, I don’t hunt or fish.
I hate doing laundry, but it is a necessary chore.
On the other hand, I used to like to fish. I caught many smallmouth bass in my time, and they were tasty after I cleaned them and prepared them for the dinner table.
Fishing was a fun hobby. Much more fun than doing laundry.
As I told Mr.Wrekker, “you gotta pay to play”
He really was a good sport about it. I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.
I go fishing in Arkansas every fall but I think it is pretty far north of you. We go to Eureka Springs and fish the White River just below the dam.
Dad used to take us to Cotter, near Mountain Home, AR for trout fishing. When I was a child, I was convinced that I would die if I ingested a fish bone.
Having kept aquaria for years, I believe that fish are friends, not food.
Yes, we are way down south Arkansas. His lake house is on Millwood Lake. But he’s fished all the lakes around Hot Springs. And various other states. He had his first excursion into Mexico back in Feb. and loved it. He’ll go back, sometime.
Have I mentioned he loves his outdoor sports?
That’s exactly what I was thinking. By the time I reached high school, if I wanted clean clothes, I had to learn how to wash them.
Oh man, Mr. Wrekker really screwed up. Every guy knows the drill – when you first move in with a woman, you do something horrible to the laundry, like wash her whites mixed with your red sweatshirt in hot water. Then she gets mad and says “don’t you ever do laundry again!” and you pretend to be sorry and ashamed, while secretly giving yourself high fives. Whatever you do, you DON’T let her know that you’re capable of learning how to do it correctly.
I gotta ask, if you give Dear Hubby two random pieces of wood, some sort of small metal item and a vaguely sharp rock, can he fashion all that into a useful tool?
I ask because Grandpappy on Dad’s side was an Arkansawyer born and bred and cobbling together things from odd bits laying around was something he was good at, so it’s connected to being “from Arkansas” in my head.
He’s pretty good with his hands. Fixin’ things is in his DNA.
I’m an adult who has never done laundry. :eek:
I pay folk to do it for me (first my parents, then my cleaning lady.) 
From the time I was about 14 years old my mum said “if you want your laundry done, you know where the washer and dryer are.”
She also said, you know where the bread and sandwich meat are. Make your own lunch. Smart lady…
I don’t mind doing laundry too much. Fixing the washer and dryer every so many years is a bit of a hassle but I love saving money rather than hiring a repairman.
Putting away laundry however, hate hate hate it. I have been known to leave clean laundry in baskets and pick my clothes from them each day. I do usually at least lay the shirts out flat though.
I have to say Mr.Wrekkers Mom fell down on her upbringing of the young scamp. There is a family story of him getting his arm in a wringer on a old machine at his Mamaws house. They had to take the thing apart to free him. It may have been the reason he became an engineer. Who knows?
He can manage to feed himself. He stays days at a time alone camping out or at the camp. I taught him to make gravy a long time ago. And how to cook an egg. The rest he figured out on his own. He is teachable.
When my stepkids were younger, my husband wouldn’t allow them to touch the washing machine because he was afraid they’d do something like run a whole cycle just because they wanted to wash a favorite shirt. They got quite old before the error of that idea became apparent to him, and even today, the one that is still home with us will jam everything he owns in the machines every two weeks or so, then wonder why it never seems to get dry…
Another story I always trot out about adults not knowing how to do laundry: When my brother and I were in our twenties, we lived together and we each did our own wash. I was always bitching at him because he never cleaned the lint trap, and one day he had had it with me. He exploded, “Julie, I don’t care if my clothes have lint on them!” :smack: Of course, I was more concerned that he would start a fire, but he had never heard of that being an issue.
I cut the barbs off of all of my flies, and I release all of the fish back into the river
Dad snagged me with a barb on lake Conway. I just starred at it while he tugged at it until he looked back and hurried over with some wire cutters.
I’d like to keep native fish. I’ve had gambusia affinis affinis from my creek in my goldfish pools. I’d like some rainbow darters. I’ve seen them in the creek, but never caught any.
You, you, you slothful self-entitled MILLENNIAL you!
Momma said to me at the tender age of 6, “boy, you ain’t blind, your limbs ain’t crippled and you got a perfectly functioning brain in your head. Your tall enough to load the machine and reach the knobs and I KNOW you can read the detergent instructions. You want that one shirt washed right now, you just load up that machine with some of that dirty laundry from your hamper and wash it yourself, otherwise your gonna wait till laundry day just like everybody else”
Ok, it wasn’t that dramaticly comedic, but it was pretty close to that.
I’m an adult female who has been doing laundry since I was tall enough to pull the wash out of the washer. That said when we bought a new washing machine 4 years back I was doing this o.O when what used to be 2 knobs turned into 4.
The temp knob has 5 settings. I’m not sure what the difference between Tap Cold and Cold are. Cool I guess means a little hot water is mixed in.
There is a Soil Level knob. I think it agitates harder the more dirty but maybe it agitates longer.
Then there is a knob that has about 8 settings. I tend to leave it on the regular washing setting because I don’t “do” delicate clothes.
The last knob (actually 3 buttons) allows for extra rinsing, extra spinning or longer soaking.
There is no longer any way to guesstimate how long a load will take since none of the settings have numbers by them. So now instead of knowing 45 minutes for a regular wash plus 5 for an extra rinse plus 5 for an extra spin (heavy items) … I give it an hour and the stupid thing is still spinning so I go back upstairs and forget it for the next 2 hours or until evening when I suddenly run down and switch loads.
I was doing a second load of laundry when I found out the darn lid locks when running. I guess too many people hurt themselves throwing one more piece of laundry in or something. There’s a way to disable it but the Mister just shrugged and said to put the errant article into the next load. Soon after he became responsible for washing his own clothes.
As a Working Mom, I taught both my kids about major appliances plus the basics of cooking. One of my proudest moments came when The Son was about 9 or 10. Mr VOW and I had to go over to my sister’s house for some computer nonsense, and when we came home we found that The Son had COOKED DINNER. I’m not talking goumet. The ingredients were sitting out, and he managed Shake-n-Bake chicken, box mac and cheese, and frozen veggies. We’re talking an elementary school kid!
Fast forward to same kid in his senior year of high school. Sunday evening he marches into the living room, indignant as Hell, and announces: “Nobody washed my jeans this weekend!”
Enraged, full-on Mom mode! “If they aren’t in the hamper when I do laundry, they don’t get washed by me! I’m not hunting them down! You need them washed, YOU do it! I happen to know that YOU know how to operate the machines BECAUSE I TAUGHT YOU!”
Did they get washed? I don’t know. I don’t care. Years later, I STILL don’t care!
~VOW