A Life In Review

0 Stars- If at all avoidable, do NOT become the person in the house that does the laundry. I would volunteer to pick up dog poop out of the yard before volunteering to see another washing machine. It’s time consuming and never ending. Literally, it’s the chore that will NEVER be done… like ever.

Let me paint you a picture of what the laundry situation used to look like for me: Growing up, my dad was in charge of the actual washing and drying. Most of the time baskets of clean laundry would just appear out of thin air into the living room. Then, my mom would fold the laundry and place it neatly back into the baskets, I would take the clean, folded laundry and distribute it out to its proper owner (and or just put it away). This was no small feat at times because there were anywhere from 4 to 8 people living in our home. When my mom started to have major back problems (think 5 back surgeries in the span of 3ish years), I took over the folding. We had a great system. Obviously it wasn’t perfect and it didn’t always flow, but for the most part, that’s how laundry went in my house.

When I got married, I figured, it wouldn’t be that hard to wash, dry, fold and put the laundry away for only two people. So when we discussed household chores in pre-marital counseling I gladly volunteered to take care of laundry from start to finish (which worked out well for us because my husband hated laundry). I’m sure right now, you seasoned folks are laughing at the sucker that I now know I was (am). It wasn’t bad at first though, it was my way of proving I could be a good 1950’s housewife (just to clarify, my husband never expected me to act like a 1950’s housewife).

By the time I became pregnant I was done (actually for the first 6 months of pregnancy, I bailed on all of my household chores, so I guess I was really “done”). When we began receiving baby clothes I excitedly began doing laundry again and washing the tiny clothes, quickly forgetting how much I hated doing laundry. It was great, I would wash, dry, fold and put them away, and then I wouldn’t have to see them again for a while. Then she was born and started dirtying her laundry (once she was big enough to wear clothes). I no longer thought it was cute to wash the tiny human clothes. Tiny clothes get eaten by the dryer (SOCKS), tiny clothes go missing (SOCKS), tiny clothes are always dirty because someone is always chewing on them (SOCKS).

If you’ve made it this far, you must really be bored because I am literally writing about laundry. I think that I hate it so much, because it’s the task that never complete. Even if you finish all the laundry in the house, you are all still wearing something on your body that is now dirty. I also think the laundry just follows me. There is always a random sock in the living room, a sweatshirt on the couch, the baby’s pajamas on the floor (okay that one is my fault, I throw her pajamas on the floor after I take them off of her in the morning).

I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even separate the colors from the darks anymore, so if you see me in my stained white top, mind your business that’s how I like it. During my avoidance of the laundry, I found some fitting memes that resonate with me in my core, I am hoping that they will bring you a laugh (unless you are one of those aliens that actually enjoys the never ending laundry cycle):

**These are not my pictures, they are just awesome, credit to whoever created them**

In closing (trying to end this mess of a post all formal), here are some things I would rather be doing than laundry, feel free to add yours in the comments (like really, add them, this could be funny and I know we all need a good laugh right now):

1. Get stung by a bee (I have been stung so many times and it always hurts, but not as much as laundry).
2. Eat my vegetables (anyone who knows me, knows that I don’t eat anything that is green, so this is a big deal).
3. Never wear pajamas again (okay, maybe not this one, I live in pajamas).
4. Give up shopping at Target (this one hurts to say, but if you haven’t realized I REALLY hate laundry).