I am the laundress of our household. I have secured my position by being the finicky one about which of my things gets dried or hung to dry, and the only one around here who seems to care about shirts being folded the proper way, (without the crease down the middle). I do feel that the chores are split up equally, so it doesn't bother me being the laundress-I rather prefer it actually.
While I'm folding our laundry each of us gets our own individual stack of clothes to put away. For my stepson, I separate his stack even further: swim trunks, sports shorts, regular shorts, jeans, t-shirts, long sleeve, tank tops, boxers, and socks into smaller individualized stacks on his bed. In my mind it insures that they will be put away in appropriate drawers and discourages the action of attempting to fit one stack of laundry into one drawer. (We do have experience in this area.)
The other night I overheard my husband talking to his son, he said something to the effect of, "You're lucky, you get your clothes separated for you, I just get a large stack."
I haven't ever thought of doing it for my husband, simply because he can put his clothes away without the additional assistance. Yet since I have overheard this conversation between the two of them, I now separate his clothes into individual stacks on our bed too. It doesn't take that much longer for me to do--and the husband feels both appreciative and appreciated.
It really is the small things in a marriage that can make a difference.
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