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It was my day off. I had worked a four day stint of tens. I had this one day off and then would return to work the weekend. I primarily do our laundry. Our youngest does her own but we do not expect her to do ours, just like we don't expect her to clean our room. My husband knows how to do his own laundry but there are other things around the house he handles. I happen to handle the laundry. So... By default it was laundry day.
I washed my clothes first, to make sure I had clean and dry scrubs at 0:dark30 in the morning. If his clothes are still in the dryer when I wake up it isn't as critical as if my scrubs are still damp. Ever wear damp clothes? Yeah, sucks. Not to mention it isn't USP797 cleanroom compliant I'm pretty sure. So I did that then I started on his laundry. We aren't perfect. We don't live in a museum. I did the rounds to pick up any stray clothes that weren't already in the hamper to be washed before heading to the laundry room. I threw in one load and the washer went through the cycle. When it buzzed I threw that load in the dryer and put the remaining load in the washer. And went on a about my day.
A few minutes later my husband comes into the studio and says, "Honey, did you wash all my pants?" I turned around and there he stood, clean The AIRspace shirt, clean socks, and clean boxer briefs... And NO PANTS. I thought for a second...
I am supposed to tell you these are just an example, they are not his.
He wear these: https://amzn.to/36IdYiU
"Um... I guess I did..." I said, amused. Inadvertently I had washed every pair of jeans he had... We recently both lost weight and had to get new pants. We went through our respective clothing and donated anything we could no longer wear. And, since we are on a budget, we didn't buy many multiples. So, of the three or four pair of jeans he has, I had washed them all... At the same time.
He cracked a grin and said, "I was about to run to the store and then start working but... I don't have any pants."
I giggled, "Would you like me to run to the store for you honey?"
He nodded, "That would be really nice."
I did. After all, it was my fault he had no pants. We are regulars at the Mapco close to our house. We know and like the staff and are friendly with them. So, naturally, I told them I was there because my husband had no pants. We all got a big laugh out of it.
My husband did eventually get to put pants on, clean ones even! Until he did he just painted away in his studio... Sans pants. Hey, boxer briefs are almost like shorts, right?
And so that's why I had to tell my husband, "Sorry about your pants."
Be well, y'all.