DS 2 had an accident last night, and Mr. NSL, MD stripped the bed and threw all of his bedding in the washing machine first thing this morning. He was very smug about this since I normally handle all of the laundry. Naturally, he forgot all about it once the lid was down, so I had to switch it out a few minutes ago when I went to wash a load of delicates.
I shit you not, he threw one of DS's paperback Golden books in the load along with the sheets and comforter. My washing machine is COVERED in little pieces of paper, and I had to pull a big chunk of soggy pages and binding out of the depths of the twisted sheets before I could put them in the dryer. I have no idea how I'm going to get the rest of the washing machine clean, and I suspect we're going to be finding paper fibers in our freshly washed clothes for some time no matter how much of it I pick out after it all dries.
I think we can add laundry to the list of things that overeducated husbands apparently cannot do, alongside making grilled cheese sandwiches.
My husband threw a diaper in with the sheets once after a blowout in the middle of the night. Since then he knows to stay the fuck away from the washer. I was pulling out little gummy particles for days. RAGE!!