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Thoughts From The Laundry Pile

I used to love doing laundry.  In fact, when my husband and I were newly married and purchased our very first washer and dryer, I did a little celebration dance at Lowe’s as we left just because I was so excited.  (Yeah, I know.  That’s how bad I had the newlywed bliss.)

But things have changed.  And now, well, the dancing looks a little less like celebration and a lot more like the groaning that comes with pms or being awakened in the middle of the night by a sick child.  (i.e. I don’t like it anymore.)  Somehow the prospect of pushing that ever-loving start button and emptying the soap as the water runs through doesn’t thrill me anymore.

I think it’s because it’s so . . . perpetual.  I mean, unless I do my laundry naked and make my family do the same, I will always have something to wash.  And, seeing as how that’s just wrong on so many levels and might cause problems for my children somewhere in their futures, I won’t be doing that anytime.  Ever.  I’d rather have perpetual laundry.  But that still leaves me with, well, perpetual laundry.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love clean laundry.  Slipping into clean sheets at the end of the day and sniffing in the comfort of the clean — ahhh.  Nothing like it.   And, well, nothing beats clean jeans.  Am I right?  Well, not at first, I guess, since they kind of shrink when I dry them and then I have to stretch them out again so they fit my butt.  Okay, maybe many things beat clean jeans.

There is, however, one thing that I do love about laundry. . . it begs for multitasking.  Because I put in some laundry and then have at least 45 minutes before I have to touch it again. 

So Friday, while the washer and dryer were working overtime to get through that big ‘ol pile of laundry that I let sit for way too long, I read a book.

Hmmm… maybe I do like laundry.

2 Thoughts on “Thoughts From The Laundry Pile

  1. lol, glad to see your sense of humor. Laundry is like the dishes, which is like the toys on the floor, which is like the trash that needs to be taken out, etc, etc, etc…but even though there are times when my booty is just sore from all the squats (bending to pick up the never ending pile of toys/clothes/etc. =0) I try to remember the silver lining: I “could” have a nice clean, quiet, (did I mention clean?) house… that would be lonely and empty and with no hubby and no kids to love and enjoy. Deciding to love perpetual laundry with ya sista. =0)

  2. I’m one who has NEVER liked to do laundry, so logically, what is one to do but to have a big enough stash of clothes so that one can do the laundry maybe once every 2 weeks? Problem is that when laundry DOES need doing, it takes a gazillion loads to get it all finished. I’m talking at one point, I really owned 75 sweaters! Who needs 75 sweaters?!?! Especially when I view it in light of the few changes of clothes my Kenyan sisters owned…

    In tandem with realizing just how much STUFF I have and how much it OWNS ME, I started realizing how out of hand the laundry situation was. So this year when I inspected all my cool weather clothes, I was a little more picky about what I kept and gave more away. And then instead of going out and buying more (at Goodwill, mind you, but still…), I am trying to be content with less. And, amazingly, the laundry hasn’t been quite AS daunting lately. Now if I can get the rest of the family to follow suit… 🙂

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