I have been doing laundry for what seems like a billion years.  My mother taught me how to use the washing machine before I was a teenager.  When I went to college, I had a perfect system:

Except my system was one basket being clean, and the other basket being dirty.

Marriage is always a change in the way things are done.  I got used to actually folding my clothes.  For awhile.  In between marriages I would tend to drift back to the two basket system, except for that period of time when I didn’t have a washer and dryer.  Going to the laundromat forced me to hang up my clothes and to fold the rest just to get it back into the basket easily.

During my last marriage, I did my own laundry for the most part.  The resulted in my using the dryer to take wrinkles out of my shirts and pants as they didn’t get hung up as quickly as they should have been.  Read “never”.

This morning The Walker was taking some of my work slacks out of the dryer and asked if I preferred them hung, or folded and put into the drawer.  When I told her my previous method of using the dryer she gave me this look:

It seems that that method is not one that she would have considered to be appropriate.  She is much more particular about her clothing than I am.  After much conversation we came to the conclusion that I will be the one to determine how I store said clean slacks.  And while I still find the keep them in a heap and use the dryer to take out the wrinkles as an alternative, I am learning that possibly I need to mature a bit in my handling of laundry.

Baby steps, kids….baby steps…..