Laundry... I HATE it!

Who hates laundry more than I? No one. The laundry gods hate me. It seems like my whole day EVERYDAY consist of doing laundry. I am either washing, drying, folding, hanging, sorting or something.
I really hate to do laundry. As a matter of fact, I have been known to buy undergarments just so I don't have to do more laundry. I know, it is a little bit embarrassing, but I bet many of you have done the same thing.

I hate laundry. It never ends. Even if a miracle occurred and I finished all the laundry in the house, someone would walk in covered with mud and grass stains, strip off their clothes and toss them in the hamper, thereby creating a new load of laundry to do.

I have not seen the bottom of my hamper since the day I bought it. I don’t even know if it has a bottom. For all I know, it could be a huge tunnel of laundry going clear to the center of the earth, never ending, always half full of smelly socks and mustard stained t-shirts. At least, I hope that’s mustard.

There was a time that I didn’t care about laundry. When I was little, laundry was easy—I didn’t do it. One day I was wearing my last pair of clean underwear, and that afternoon the laundry fairy (also known as mom) magically placed a week’s worth of clean underwear in my drawer. In terms of laundry, this was the best time of my life.

Then I grew up.

But even then, I didn’t notice how much laundry I had. I lived with my parents until I got married so my mom would do my laundry and have it folded and all I needed to do was put it in its place, so she was the laundry fairy.

Then one day, the laundry fairy went on strike, so I had a cleaning lady that would come and do my laundry for me and again all I had to do was put it in its place.

Then I got married. And I entered the “don’t touch my hand washables” phase. In our house, My husband did the laundry once and we ended up with pastel pink clothes. I mean come on, who does not know that you need to keep the reds and whites away from each other?

Of course, even though married laundry involves twice as much washing as single laundry, at least you see the bottom of the hamper from time to time. It’s when you have a child that the laundry never ends. Who knew that one tiny little baby who can’t even speak or roll over could produce enough laundry for an army? And not one outfit is bigger than 6 inches, so why does your laundry multiply faster than rabbits in spring?

I think it has to do with the spit up. At the beginning all parents want to change their child 100 times a day either due to the spit up or pooping or something, now thats with your first child, which is why you have the hamper full of laundry.

Anyway, my laundry life has come full circle. It’s pretty apparent that I have become the laundry fairy. I’m kind of disappointed, actually. I mean, the laundry fairy title just kind of stuck to me. There wasn’t any ceremony granting me freshly laundered wings. I didn’t get a magic wand equipped with the power to lift any stain. All I got was a bottle of Shout and some bleach.

I had a dream that one day my husband would be the one doing all the laundry but with his schedule that does not happen. I can say that he has learned and does not mix colors but its still no help. My husband does not wash clothes unless it is his own because he says "I dont know how to wash the kids clothes" I think that is just an excuse so that he does not have to help me. Maybe one day my laundry fairy will come off strike and take over my job. :)

Back to laundry I go! Happy Laundry Days!!!