Many, many, years ago when I was an ickier person than I am today 😉 I was folding laundry one afternoon and found myself growing more and more irritated with my husband.
You see… I was taught that you always put your clothes right-side-out before you toss them into the laundry basket can-I-get-an-amen?! In fact, each time my mother found an article of clothing that was inside-out it would cost me .25 cents. Do you know what .25 cents got an 8 year old in 1978? A ton of candy!! So this was serious business, people.
Back to the ickier Tam folding laundry. I separated my shirts and his shirts; counting them all to make sure I retrieved the correct amount of hangers for them. I hang mine first, because I know it will go quicker. You want to know why I knew that? Because 83.2 percent of all of Brent’s clothes were inside-out. Every. Time.
One by one, each shirt… wrong. I take a deep breath, calm myself, and correct his shirt before placing it on the hangar. And on to the next… same procedure.
Mind you, I am growing pretty irritated at his obvious disregard for my time and laundry tactics. Then it came to my mind… WWJD?
Right? How long has it been since you’ve seen that?! Well, this was around the time that WWJD was super-duper popular.
I stood there, with his wrong-side-out shirt in my hands, convicted. Ugh. Yes, what would Jesus do? He would correct Brent’s mistake, never say a word, and hang the shirt.
Right? I asked myself.
Then it hit me. No! Jesus would never put his shirts into the laundry wrong-side-out!
So, I hung all his shirts inside-out; and I still do to this day, because I am clearly still icky.
The moral of this story is: Laundry causes ickiness.