Stuck on You

When we first got married we had a few kinks to iron out. Apparently I didn't really know how to do laundry. I mean I did it...I washed it, I dried it, and then, if I was short on time, I nicely laid/stacked it until I could put it away. Apparently this isn't the proper way to do things. After a few months Nate finally pointed out that in order to have his "work shirts" looking oh so fine you had to hang them just so on the hanger and button the top button just like this and smooth out the wrinkles just like that...and you get the idea.

Well, I was a little flustered, but apparently the wardrobe of a working man requires more attention than that of a college gal. Oh, and I didn't use dryer sheets, GASP, which apparently made me a real laundry amateur. But, I took it all in stride (and politely told him he was more than welcome to do his own laundry and shove his dryer sheets where the sun don't shine...ok...I made that part about the dryer sheets up...but you get picture, I was just a little defensive). Luckily my husband is the most diplomatic man you'll ever meet and lacks the overreactive gene I was so amply blessed with and didn't let my outburst hurt his feelings. And he did start doing his laundry and mine (yeah, he's like the epitome of the turn the other cheek thing) and I had to eat a little humble pie because he was really good at it and it turns out I had a few things to learn. He was patient with me back then (he still is) and I fell even more in love with him for it. And, while my laundry skills often digress, you can usually find a few loads piled high and waiting to be folded. And, while I'm sure this secretly drives my man crazy...you'd never know it by the way he kisses me. And oddly enough when he joined the military he not only became a flight officer he also became an expert at the ironing board. It was necessary for all of those "inspections" he had to go through, but I think he secretly loves it. And he's nice enough to share the wealth and iron my clothes on Sunday mornings or before we head out for a date (which is the only time I care) he takes good care of me. Which gets me to the whole reason I started this post (for anyone who has continued reading this long about our love and laundry I promise I'm almost done)!! So, remember how I said I didn't use dryer sheets and Nate is a little obsessed?? He is also a firm fighter and hater of static cling. He can't stand it. When we lived in a little studio apartment in Cleveland for a short time he would lay dryer sheets all around the place in strategic spots because he felt like the whole building was just filled with static. As you can imgine this just about drove me crazy because it's a little hard to decorate around a dryer sheet motif. And when I opened my email this morning all of these thoughts of our "history of laundry and life" just came flooding back. Apparently the bed at his hotel is one big shock just waiting to happen (which actually caused him to change rooms once thinking that would solve it, but it looks like it is a hotel wide issue, somebody call Obama quick!)...don't be alarmed though, he informed me he stuffed a whole box of dryer sheet down there and that did the trick!

I'm stuck on you Nate...and your not getting rid of me with a dryer sheet either.