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Cruel and Usual
Three weeks ago we went camping.
I still haven’t recovered. I still have a bag of “take camping” toys in the garage that need to be cleaned up and reintegrated with the rest of the toys. I still haven’t found my favorite travel mug. I am still finding sand in my running shoes. And…I am still doing laundry. I can unequivocally state that laundry, above all other things, is the true bane of my existence. More than bad drivers. More than rude service people. More than junk mail. More than unexpected dog crap on a sidewalk. More than the abusive amount of meetings I deal with at work…well…wait…maybe not more than that. OK, I can unequivocally state that laundry is the bane of my existence at home. Don’t get me wrong, I am not adverse to typically household chores. I don’t mind vacuuming, or cleaning out closets, or pulling weeds, or grocery shopping, or taking out the garbage. What tortures me about laundry is the sheer futility of it. The laundry is never really done. Unless you are doing laundry naked, you are creating more laundry even as you pre-treat your “last” load. Laundry is not something that I can pass off to Paul. Careful use of Shout is not his forte. With a 2 and 4 year old this could easily become a very expensive and stain-setting situation. In an average week, I do approximately eight loads of laundry, including towels and sheets. I rarely have the energy to tackle it during the week. When I do, it usually results in me forgetting that clothes is still sitting in either the washer or dryer, requiring me to rewash the forgotten load because of mustiness or an extreme wrinkle situation (my disdain for laundry extends to a deep hatred of ironing). This leaves me with no option but to start laundry on Friday night and finish it sometime before crawling off to bed on Sunday night. As a result, any time spent traveling away on the weekends creates a laundry backlog that rivals that of the US Postal Service on the 21st of December. Add to this the filthy contamination that occurs with camping gear and it becomes clear why, after three weeks, I am still digging out of a giant pile of laundry. Backlog upon backlog upon backlog. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sounds of the dryer gently humming. Brass snaps slapping the inside of the machine. Mocking me. Taunting me. Daring me to…be…finished…with…t hat…last…load. 6 comments from 6 users
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posted by
hmoeckli
on Sep 1, 2008 at 10:27 AM
How timely. We started laundry yesterday evening and that dang machine has been going full blast ever since. Ugh.
posted by
MamaSeaShell
on Sep 1, 2008 at 11:06 AM
Mine would be the endless dishes piling up and trying to teach the 'of age' boys how to do their chores. We just bought our house and have not purchased a dishwasher as of yet. To me, It's the worst.
posted by
creatress
on Sep 2, 2008 at 02:03 PM
Strangely enough I passed a "laundry van" this morning after dropping my son off at school and did a double take. It said (on the side) that they will pick up your dirty clothes and drop off the clean ones. I thought such things only existed in old I Love Lucy episodes! You may want to look into it! posted by
wifemotherdaughtersister
on Sep 3, 2008 at 06:18 AM
hey- if you let the pile marinate for another two weeks or so , you can just throw the whole thing away and poof! problem solved! by then you've picked out everything you can't live without, and the rest is well, just a stinky reminder that mom's have too much to do.
posted by
kellimwheeler
on Sep 3, 2008 at 02:35 PM
This is why I love your blogs -- an actual picture of your piled up laundry! Classic! Sometimes I don't even bother folding laundry. When my son asks where his underwear is I just tell him to get it out of the dryer. And I'm okay with this. posted by
lmkoster99
on Sep 5, 2008 at 12:00 AM
I'm with you......laundry is not one of those chores that can be passed along to your spouse!! He does one load & I am off on a shopping spree!! An unplanned one!! Not fun! Like you, in our house, the laundry belongs exclusively to me!! It is the job that is never done!! I thought I was the only one that had ever thought that it could never be complete unless I did it naked!! Too funny! It comes with the territory of being a perfectionist!! Once again, I enjoyed your blog!!
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