Monday, May 30, 2011

The Dance of our Marriage

Eric is a little heavy-handed when it comes to bleach. He can't stand it when our whites start getting that moldy smell, so often when he does a load of whites he will add bleach. I appreciate this because it means he is actually doing laundry and I'm not a fan of that smell either. But when I do a load of whites, not everything is completely white. Some things may be off-white or have a little bit of color in them, so I generally don't add bleach.
Last night I put a load of whites in and unbeknownst to me Eric added some bleach after I had started the load. This morning I was getting the whites out of the dryer and could smell and see the results of the bleach. My off-white tank top was now more of a white-gray color and one of Eric's light colored shirts was faded and unwearable. I went to discuss the dos and donts of adding bleach to a load with Eric. Without seeing the laundry, he claimed that the bleach didn't fade anything. But after seeing the clothes he said, "That bleach really did change the color of your tank-top. Sorry."
Me: "That's ok. I can replace it easily. I was more concerned about your shirt."
Eric: "That's alright. I didn't really like that shirt anyway."
Me: "Hey! I gave you that shirt."
Eric: "And I appreciate it."