I was in the shower yesterday when I noticed the tag on my washcloth said it's supposed to be washed in the delicate cycle.
I have never, in the six years since we got these washcloths as wedding gifts, washed them in the delicate cycle. I can say with some certainty that I will never wash them in the delicate cycle.
Having had some time to contemplate that, I'm left to wonder if I haven't caused my poor washcloths irreparable mental anguish over the years. They specifically requested special delicate treatment and I responded by throwing them in the regular cycle with all the other riff raff laundry. Have they suffered in silence all these years, begging me to stop the torture? Probably.
I feel kind of bad for them now. And I suspect our towels, which match, have the same instructions. Today I am forced to admit that not only am I so very much not perfect, I've actually brought harm, albeit without intent, to members of my own household.
That won't lead me to wash them on the delicate cycle, unless I'm washing something else and need some filler to make it tumble correctly.
I'm a monster.