In my household we have our particular chores. J does the laundry, and I do everything else. This has worked out fine for us over the years, mainly because I loathe doing laundry more than anything in the world and J is not bothered by it at all. That being said, my father-in-law will be at our house this evening, so when I left for work this morning, I told J that he should get the giant pile of clean clothes off of the guest bed so that his father has somewhere to sleep tonight. He didn't have to be at work until 2pm, so he had plenty of time to deal with the laundry.
Fast forward now, to when I walk in the door at 7pm. I look in the guest room, and low and behold, the laundry is gone. I walk back to our bedroom, and this is what I find. Apparently he wants his father to sleep comfortably, but he and I will need to sleep on the floor, since the mountain of clean clothes has migrated to our bed. I just picked everything up and threw it in a laundry basket, the entire time wondering exactly what goes on in his head sometimes.
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