Hung Out to Dry

I have told my husband what every man wants to hear: "You are no longer allowed to do laundry. EVER." I mean really you do so much. You clean every bathroom in this house, you vacuum, you do all the yard work, all the while holding a full-time job. Let me do the laundry. Really, it's the least I could do to step up and be a better wife. And if by taking it over, somehow I manage to get everyone's clothes clean, not just my own, and not shrink any delicates, dry anything that shouldn't be dried, ruin new $80 sweaters, mix darks and lights, or leave wet laundry in the washer to mold for a week then I will consider it a victory for Team Gibson.

Now folding on the other hand, that I could use some help with. You have a LOT of underwear.