But if not, how did you think they'd get put away?" And he replies, so very sincerely, "I guess I didn't notice them there." How can this be, you ask? He walked past those clothes probably 50 times in those 4 days they sat there. How is it possible? But yet their denial-of-noticing is so damn heartfelt, you can't help but believe them. So what can you do? The only thing I've figured out is this: tell him that his clothes are on the couch and ask him to please put them away. Then, if I'm on the ball, I'll say, "Honey, are you listening to me, did you hear what I just said?"
This concludes another view from my married life.