Laundry is the bane of my day to day life. It is always there, and it’s never ever done. EVER. Even when I think I’m caught up, I’m not. There is always another load that needs to go in the machine, or one more load that still needs folding or putting away.
Some people ask “why don’t you get your kids to help?” that’s a good idea but I have already infected their little personalities with an ingrained hatred of laundry. Plus when I see the laundry basket sitting there I have this little conversation with myself:
–“That’s still not folded and put away eh?’
–“Nope”
–“Why don’t you get the kids to help?”
–“Because they won’t fold my socks right.”
–“Yeah, you’re right. Just leave it, we’ll do it later…”
(Fade to black)
And then it sits there until it’s been completely picked over leaving behind only the items that are either too small or the socks that are bound for Puppet Shows. (What do you do with those socks? Do you actually throw away socks that have chosen to live life as single peoples? I can’t bring myself to do it and my wife refuses to mismatch socks. It’s a stalemate.)
Someday I’m going to build a laundry room to be revered! It’ll be laundry, and clothing storage all in one. As the clean laundry come out the items just get shaken out and laid flat on a wire tray that then get’s stacked with an 8th of an inch spacer between each one. Boom. No folding. Ever.
Don’t even get me started on ironing.
#IHateLaundry
#ScrewItImBuyingNewClothesInstead
