We started a new schedule this week. More on that in a later post, but first, this:
Dale is our current earliest riser, and we have asked him to get dressed and start a load of laundry first thing.
This occurs around the same time that I am showering and getting makeup on and all that.
This morning I had yet to see Dale when I got into the shower, but as I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair I heard him thumping and bumping in the bathroom (where we keep the hampers).
Upon questioning his presence, my hopeful suspicions were confirmed: he was starting the laundry! Yay for Dale!
As he was leaving the bathroom he told me he had put my clothes in, too. The pajamas I had tossed in the bathroom floor as I got into the shower didn't really need to be washed yet, but I kept my mouth shut and thanked Dale for his thorough thoughtfulness.
I had no clue just how thorough he had actually been.
I conditioned my hair and gave it a final rinse before shutting off the water and grabbing my towel. I stepped out of the shower and continued drying off, and then...
Well then one would want to get dressed, yes?
But then is when I noticed... my clothes were gone.
In an instant I clearly understood what Dale had meant when he said, "I got your clothes, too." He really meant "clothes."
I wrapped myself in my towel and made a mad dash for the laundry room, but it was too late. Understandably, the last things into the hamper were the first ones into the washer.
I was careful not to let my haste and surprise come out as anger or displeasure.
I mean, really, how can you get onto a little dude for a simple mistake when there he is, doing your laundry at 7 o'something in the morning? Even if your clothes are at the bottom of the washing machine while you stand wrapped in a towel in the laundry room.