I personally despise laundry, by the way. With a deep burning passion. You know how other moms
often complain on social media about having a mountain of laundry? Well, my house is home to an
entire mountain range. I’m notorious for allowing our laundry situation to get out of hand before I
tackle it, and then I make a very dramatic situation out of the sorting and the washing and the drying
and the folding of the laundry, because oh my gosh laundry is the worst. I use a ton of excuses to let
our laundry situation get out of control, including running out of detergent. Genius, I know.
One fateful day, our mountain range had reached epic proportions. Even my husband was sick of
what was happening (or not happening) at our house, so he took it upon himself to start the laundry.
First he had to go buy some detergent, because of course we were out.
This is where I’d like to pause and remind everyone that for over 30 years, I have used the exact same
detergent/softener combination on every article of clothing I’ve ever washed. I assumed (*sigh*) that
my husband had noticed this routine. As it turns out, as with most other things, he did not.
My husband returned from Target, triumphant in his laundry detergent-buying abilities. And I
looked on in horror as he walked through our door carrying not only the wrong brand of detergent,
but pods. He purchased NaturalBest™ Laundry Pod, y’all.
How on earth would a little globule of detergent get an overstuffed load of laundry clean? This was
going to make our clothes smell bad. How many loads can that container of NaturalBest™ Laundry
Pod even wash?This is terrible. We’ve been robbed.
“These are fine,” he naively said.
Everything. Was not. Fine.
How did I react? I wish I could say I reacted like an adult in this situation, but that would be a lie. I was
upset. I was upset because my husband clearly paid no attention to what I had been doing and how I
had been doing it for years. I was upset because I don’t like change. And I was upset because, truth be
told, this didn’t seem like a good enough excuse to continue my laundry strike. It did, however, seem
like the perfect opportunity to prove to my husband that just because something was on sale, that
doesn’t mean it’s just as good. I love a good reason to be right.