Most of my posts are related to personalities in various business settings. Over the holidays I posted a few things about dealing with extended family and things like that, but I think for the next month or so I am going to get really personal.  Today’s topic….dirty laundry.

As long as I can remember, being in charge of the laundry has always been my task. It could be because I’m good at it (I don’t turn white things pink, shrink shirts, or let things wrinkle). It could also have to do with my incredible lack of skills in the kitchen, but I prefer the first line of thinking.

I’m a Red. So I know that there is a right way to do laundry. And that includes matching socks. Even though I hate socks, deep down I know that they have to be right side out and properly matched. For the first 12 years of marriage I tried to help my Green husband understand this. My personality values efficiency deeply. If only he would take his socks off properly and throw them in the hamper right side out….matching and putting away the socks would be so much easier.

I tried asking. I tried explaining. I tried begging. And nothing worked. More often than not, his socks were still going into the hamper inside out. And one day I had had enough. That was it. I was done. Over it. And I knew what to do.

No more turning them right side out. Yep. You heard me. It was his turn to see what a pain it was to have his socks inside out. If he threw them in the hamper that way, I’d wash them that way. And I’d even return them that way. Yep – I was done, and he was going to find socks in his drawer inside out, and finally he would learn.

The first time I did this I just waited to see what he would say. And I waited…
And waited…

After three years of waiting I had to accept the truth. Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care. (Or both.) It was such an anticlimactic moment. He truly doesn’t care. And there is nothing I can do to make him care. This, my friends, is the dirty truth about Reds and Greens and how we think about matching socks.

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