Actually, that's a lie. I love the laundering part of doing the laundry. I love sorting pieces into piles: dark colors, pastels, whites, bleachable whites, gentle cycle items, no fabric softener items, items that need to go into these awesome mesh bags that you can only find at Japanese dollar stores, etc. It's a sickness really. I love filling the washer and measuring out the detergent. It all appeals to the OCD side of my personality. But once the items come out of the dryer I want nothing to do with them. And that's where our mountain of laundry comes into play.
We have a hamper tucked into a corner for our dirty laundry but no real spot for clean laundry. Why should we? Shouldn't it go directly from drawer to closet? ha. In order to accommodate our laziness we have added an ugly plastic hamper to our bedroom and all the clean laundry gets deposited right into it. And then more gets deposited. And then some more. Until we have this:
Cat included in picture for scale. And I know she's blurry, but look at that tongue! OMGZ!!1!
Dude, that pile of laundry is almost as tall as our dresser. And notice that it is spilling over and spreading onto the floor. That pile of laundry contains all of jparks' socks. And possibly all of my underwear. And probably all of jparks' shirts. But do we care? Does it motivate us to fold it? Hell no! It does, however, motivate us to wish for magic laundry folding elves. And jparks will regularly wish for the ironing fairy to come so he has shirts to wear to work.
The real pain in the ass part is that, by the time I cave and start folding and ironing, I have at least 8 hours of work ahead of me. You would think that would motivate me to fold as soon as the stuff comes out of the dryer, but it doesn't.
Maybe the solution is for jparks and I to join a nudist colony. We could spend our days playing volleyball and when I run the marathon I won't have to worry about bloody nipples. Of course, we would never see our friends again, but such is the price of being laundry free.
OK, your cat looks scared of that laundry pile! Maybe you should only let yourself watch a certain TV show if you are folding laundry while you watch...some kind of guilty pleasure show. Then you can justify the TV watching as keeping your mind occupied while you fold. Or you could just forgo folding things like socks and undies and just cram those into your dresser as is.
ReplyDeleteMy laundry pile is only knee high. I feel better now.
ReplyDeleteYeah, so for most of our relationship, I've done the washing and Alicia has done the folding. Now that we have a pool, I've traded laundry for pool maintenance in the chore stack. The one consequence of this is that it appears that Alicia and I have different laundry priorities: if I only have time for one load, I'll do black...it gets a good variety of stuff through, across multiple clothing groups (socks, underwear, shirts, pants). However, Alicia appears to prefer pretty colors, which has left me sans socks on a number of occasions.
ReplyDeleteYou speak the language of my tribe. We, however, use the guest bed for the clean laundry.
ReplyDeleteThe night before the cleaners come, we either put away the clothes properly, or pour them back into an empty laundry basket. If there are no empty laundry baskets, we will make them empty by suddenly washing some.
somebody needs to invent a new drawer and closet system that would make it easier to get the clothes from dryer to being put a way. Like those banks that sort your change when you drop them into the slot - a bureau that automatically deposits clothes in the right drawer.
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