Borrowing clothes from the Emperor's closet

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.