Say What You Need to Say

Gah! How do I say nicely to Craig without sounding like a miserable nagging wife,

"I appreciate you taking the initiative to throw in a load of laundry. How is it possible that you can grab random things from the already-clearly-sorted piles and pitch them into the washer all together? Now that the one stinky dish cloth which was in the 'bleach' pile was washed with a load of pyjamas, it has essentially infected the whole load and now everything reeks like stinky dish cloth."

Is there any way to put that nicely? He scratches his head over the water bill every month and not so jokingly blames my long showers but I honestly think it's this whole 'gotta do the same load of laundry again' gig. Seriously, it drives me completely bananas!

I could throw him a little slack if, say, the piles weren't clearly sorted; or if I hadn't explained numerous times the importance of pile sorting and keeping like items together (jeans with jeans, towels with towels, or perhaps, stinky dish cloths with stinky dish cloths); or if the cost of water and the price to heat it wasn't an issue. But come on!!! We've been over this before.

For the most part I'm very lucky that Craig is so completely normal and wonderful and loving and totally into being a Dad and just, ahhh, now I'm feeling all mushy... I hate laundry. It seriously is the bane of my existence. The absolute last thing I want to do on this entire earth (including eating fermented squid guts and taking out the compost - in that order) is to do the same load of laundry twice. No kidding!