The Girlfriend™ was staying at my apartment for a couple days before departing for her final semester of college. Unfortunately, I had to work. As I was walking out the door, I asked her for one small favor: if she had time, could she wash a load of laundry for me? Just one load (whites), didn’t have enough of anything else for a full load. She assures me that this won’t be a problem, and I depart for work.
I return from my day in Dilbertville, and sure enough, the whites have been washed, dried, and folded. (Yay!!!) As I’m changing out of my work clothes and into my sitting-on-my-ass-at-home clothes, I notice something odd:
The Girlfriend™ has folded my dirty clothes.
Who in their right mind folds dirty clothes? Certainly not me, I don’t even like folding clean clothes. Folding dirty clothes (which will just be jumbled up in the washing machine in a few days anyway) seems like a complete waste of time.
I never fold dirty clothes, though I do fasten the button or snap so it won’t bang around and tangle in the wash. A friend of mine always neatly folds her dirty stuff, however, and even fastens every button. I wouldn’t take the time–especially when on vacation!
I’ve only folded dirty clothes when I was transporting them elsewhere. Like when I went on vacation and accumulated a pile of dirty clothes. I folded the dirty stuff to keep the underwear discreetly hidden. It made packing easier, too.
I’ve also folded dirty clothes so they’d all fit in the laundry basket and I could carry it around without worrying stuff would fall out. Of course, since you didn’t have a lot of laundry this doesn’t apply.
Be sure to thank your girlfriend for doing the laundry.
I fold dirty clothes that I can still wear. I have a stack of stuff in the bathroom. Half is “fat pants” and henleys. The other half is sweaters I can wear again. Stuff that actually has to be washed is on the floor. Then I do a sweep every morning on my way out the door and toss 'em into the hamper.
Same here. I have also, on rare occasions, folded clothes that were going to be worn again, but that’s only when I’m on a real cleaning binge. Anything that’s going to get washed gets stuffed in the hamper.
Me too. I work at home sitting here alone at the computer, so my clothes don’t tend to get all sweated up, and who cares if I wear the same thing a few times before it goes in the wash? I fold the stuff that’s still wearable and stack it where I can tell it from the totally clean clothes and the stuff that’s irredeemable until the next washing. I also recycle sweaters, even if I’ve worn them in public, especially if I’ve only worn them for a few hours.
Another “me too” here. When I go for my conjugal weekends, when I get ready for bed, I fold that day’s shirt and and lay the jeans flat and folded in half. Then I roll the shirt and undergarments in the jeans and tuck them back into my bag. By the time I leave, I have all my dirties in one compact package to be dumped in the hamper or the laundry room when I get back to the house.
But at home, everything gets dumped into the hamper, unless I have a spot that needs to be treated - then I treat it and leave it on top of the washer.
I don’t fold MY dirty clothes (they get tossed in the laundry basket at home, or bundled in a separate area (from the clean stuff) of my traveling bag when I’m up north visiting my boyfriend, but my boyfriend folds HIS!! I do, however, fold all my CLEAN clothes, short of the ones that get hung up in the closet.
The first time I did his laundry, it shocked me to see folded dirty clothes in his laundry tub. To my way of thinking, folding dirty clothes is a pointless waste of time, and who’d be crazy enough to do THAT? But what almost made me faint was what happened after I FINISHED his laundry and was folding the clean clothes. He said, “Oh, wow, that’s great, but you didn’t have to fold them TOO!”
He’s a sick one, isn’t he? (But that’s why I love him…)