There is no denying the amount of dirty clothes that comes along with a family of six, and I am no Rosie the Robot when it comes to keeping up with the laundry demands of this family. My only saving grace is that the dirty laundry is hidden from sight in a glorious laundry shoot. I have been caught more than once with one leg in the depths of the shoot pushing down Mt Laundrasuvious to make room for the day's dirty clothes.. out of sight, out of mind. From inside the laundry room, it even appears to be a harmless cupboard. I have even mastered the task of using a hanger as a hook to pull out the clothes I can not reach over the washing machine. I'm quite awesome at it, actually.
Susie homemaker would probably take advantage of the folding table in the laundry room to make the task a tad easier and fold it right then and there,,, I have toyed with the idea, but instead, have opted to bring the clothes upstairs to my room. It's more fun to fold clothes in front of a good movie, after all. Of course, with out fail, something distracts me from the task at hand or just plain laziness prevents me from putting away the clean clothes and Mt Laundrasuvious is erected on my floor... not so out of sight, out of mind. This asinine (yes, I can admit it) practice actually leads me to get mad at Brandon when he has the "nerve" to let his dirty clothes of the day come too dangerously close to my pile of "clean" clothes. Really. I'm not joking. I have started a conversation with, "I know the clean clothes shouldn't be on the floor, but would you mind making sure your dirty boxers don't get mixed up with them"... REALLY???
Maybe next time I get everything put away, we can just all become nudists. Addy would approve for sure. We are about to move into a new home with a laundry closet in the kitchen... no more laundry shoot and a kitchen island instead of a folding table. I can only hope it will be inspiration for me to get my laundry-doing act together. I'll keep you posted.
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