Mt. Laundrest
Monday, March 24
Everyone has clean clothes. Me and hubby have clean clothes, there are no clothes in the washer. No clothes in the dryer. Simply all clean.
BUT......
None of them are folded and I mean none. Instead what I have is a mountain of clothes, and I mean a giant pile, everst high laundry. All clean but getting more and more wrinkled by the day. They are on the love seat in my room, stacked in 4 oversized laundry happers, heaped on my bed with the hope I fold and put it away before going to sleep and it doesn't feel all that great.
normally the clothes are a mix of clean and dirty, I keep the pile in balance but today i should feel good right? Hubby and I worked hard to get caught up but then I realized as I stood staring at the giant mountain. I HATE laundry. And, with 5 people in them house I now understand that 1950's concept of laundry service. You can outsource all sort of shit now to India, but laundry services have gone the way of the spin dial phone.
So here's the delima. Clean laundry everywhere, kids upstairs finishing up showers, baby is bend. And then I hear this laughing and giggling. With an 8 and 6 year old this is never good. Go upstairs and my kids are diving on the piles. Naked. That's right little pennie and butts, clean bodies mind you seeking to tackel the mountain in search of underwear and pajamas. they would both look to leap to the top of it and see what came crashing down as well as try to dig tunnels and litterally burry themselves in a pile. Did I mention the 4 hampers had been empties to really give it some height?
So are those clothes which have been burrowed by my kids now dirty again? Knowing my sons clean but still little man parts rubbed all over daddys tee shirts makes me laugh. If hubby was home he'd say emphatically WASH IT ALL AGAIN. I mean but all is a big word in the everst sized heap.
Clean or dirty?
Ah fuck it, don't tell dad, shift the piles around and plan to fold it tomorrow or just wait and let it whittle itself down through natural selection and time until the clean-dirty pile balance is restored.
BUT......
None of them are folded and I mean none. Instead what I have is a mountain of clothes, and I mean a giant pile, everst high laundry. All clean but getting more and more wrinkled by the day. They are on the love seat in my room, stacked in 4 oversized laundry happers, heaped on my bed with the hope I fold and put it away before going to sleep and it doesn't feel all that great.
normally the clothes are a mix of clean and dirty, I keep the pile in balance but today i should feel good right? Hubby and I worked hard to get caught up but then I realized as I stood staring at the giant mountain. I HATE laundry. And, with 5 people in them house I now understand that 1950's concept of laundry service. You can outsource all sort of shit now to India, but laundry services have gone the way of the spin dial phone.
So here's the delima. Clean laundry everywhere, kids upstairs finishing up showers, baby is bend. And then I hear this laughing and giggling. With an 8 and 6 year old this is never good. Go upstairs and my kids are diving on the piles. Naked. That's right little pennie and butts, clean bodies mind you seeking to tackel the mountain in search of underwear and pajamas. they would both look to leap to the top of it and see what came crashing down as well as try to dig tunnels and litterally burry themselves in a pile. Did I mention the 4 hampers had been empties to really give it some height?
So are those clothes which have been burrowed by my kids now dirty again? Knowing my sons clean but still little man parts rubbed all over daddys tee shirts makes me laugh. If hubby was home he'd say emphatically WASH IT ALL AGAIN. I mean but all is a big word in the everst sized heap.
Clean or dirty?
Ah fuck it, don't tell dad, shift the piles around and plan to fold it tomorrow or just wait and let it whittle itself down through natural selection and time until the clean-dirty pile balance is restored.
posted by Amy's Working @ 9:07 PM
