I love my husband dearly, but he makes me nervous when he does the laundry. We typically have 3 loads each week: whites, colors, and towels/sheets/misc. I don't really separate beyond that as we don't really have much more. 3 loads of laundry can all be done in an afternoon. The dryer takes awhile sometimes, so that's really the only hold up in the process. I wasn't feeling well after dinner and just went to bed early last night. Adam said he would put the dishes away and finish the laundry. I thought it was a good deal for me. I woke up this morning and the dishes were in the dishwasher, but not any of the pots or pans used to cook with. Our dishwasher safe grill (used to cook Adam's steak) was sitting on the counter. I'm not a fan of most meat items, let alone the next day smell of a grill used to cook them... ewww. When I got home from work (a few minutes ago) everything was still out and the laundry still wasn't done. I asked Adam about the towels and he said they were still in the washer. So he successfully transferred one load of wash into the dryer in 4+ hours.
The speed of the male species doing household chores amazes me.
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