I don’t mind doing laundry. What’s so hard about throwing some clothes in the washing machine, then throwing them in the dryer? I can almost always find 10 minutes in the day for at least one load.
I hate putting clean laundry away. Hanging, folding, stuffing in drawers. I don’t have time for that nonsense, so it goes in the laundry basket for later.
Later doesn’t come very often. The baskets fill up with wrinkled clothes. Mornings are hectic digging for socks and underwear. Eventually when I run out of baskets, I have a marathon folding session and take care of everything.
But recently I sunk to a new low. The boys and I were both sick for weeks. I don’t know what we had, but it stuck around for a long time. I think Wade even caught a second bug before he was over the first. I washed laundry because even sick people need clean t-shirts, but I didn’t put it away. The baskets filled up. And up. And up.
One afternoon I couldn’t stuff anymore laundry in the baskets. I grabbed an empty Pull-ups box waiting to go in the trash.
Yep. The laundry went from the dryer to the box.
We all recovered. Eventually I took the clean clothes out of the box, and put them away in the closets where they belonged.
Still, it’s shameful when your clean laundry pile is so high you have to put it in boxes.
I think I may have to give up that Homemaker of the Year award.