Dr. Hubby has the habit of leaving his used clothing on the floor when he changes. This is the very reason why whenever we move and set up our new bedroom, his side of the bed is furthest away from the door. If it is impossible to train him from leaving piles of clothes on the floor, at least I can hide them behind the bed.
There are a couple reasons why I don't feel any responsibility to pick up those clothes:
First, while I adore having a clean home, I respect that Scott has his own way of doing things. Most of the time when clothes are left on the floor, its because he's changing out of lounging clothes that haven't been dirtied. Admittedly, I don't wash my lounging clothes after ever use either... except I fold mine back up and put them in a proper place. If Scott went around moving my lounging clothes like he knew best, I'd be perturbed. So as long as this habit is contained to a hidden corner of the bedroom, and occasionally those clothes are moved to the laundry hamper, I won't complain or touch his pile.
The second reason I do not move all those clothes directly from the floor into the laundry is because I can never tell what needs to be washed. I'm not going to go smelling all of his clothes to figure it out. He can take care of it. He also knows that clothes in the laundry hamper get washed.
Which is why this scene that took place earlier this week was confusing to me.
I woke up and was getting ready for work, when I noticed that there was a pile of scrubs NEXT to the laundry hamper, AWAY from the designated corner.
I texted Scott.
"What does it mean when you put your used scrubs on the floor NEXT to the laundry basket?"
He sends back laughing/crying emojis.
"No, really. What's the difference between the floor next to the laundry basket and the corner?"
Apparently, we have need of three different laundry baskets in our house. One for dirty clothes. Another for lounging clothes that will be reused. And a final basket for scrubs that are dirty and need to be washed, but if they aren't washed by the next time Dr. Hubby needs to wear scrubs, they will get worn again. (Yikes!)
That night I discovered that the two floors piles were picked up and a load of laundry was done, without me saying another word. We get each other.