Sometimes doing laundry is a matter of who runs out of underwear first. I’m not out, but I can tell who is. He keeps checking the dryer for clean unders. This I know from the banging of the dryer door right underneath where I sleep. He is optimistic. He has checked every morning for the last few days. He also knows the rule about not doing laundry himself. He is forbidden. He has wrecked hundreds of dollars of clothing. He is SO forbidden. I will reward him for following the laundry rule and I will make sure he has clean unders today.