Usually it is my children who cause me laundry grief – especially when it comes to leaving stickers on clothes. If I had a nickel for every sticker that was inappropriately placed on a wall, a door, a car seat, a forehead or article of clothing, well, I’d be rich. When I found my husband’s blue polo shirt rolled up in the hamper, I didn’t think twice about tossing it in the wash. Surely, my husband knows by now what happens when you wash a shirt that has a sticker attached to it. Surely. For the record, the “hello, my name is” name tag is a sticker. A very sticky sticker.…