Friday, April 2, 2010

Why is Laundry so Evil?

Every since I was a teenager (I know, soooo long ago) I have hated doing laundry. I genuinely have no idea why. It was so bad when we were living in our dinky apartment because the washer and dryer were in our hallway, so I didn't have to go far and I could hear when it was finished. Then we moved into the house and the washer and dryer were in the garage. Again, not so far to go, but I couldn't hear it, so I'd always forget that it was out there and it would take days just to finish three loads. After the house came the townhouse. No washer and dryer. Laundry rooms. Down stairs, and across the courtyards. Bleh. Double whammy. Now, the washer and dryer are upstairs, in the mud room. My mom does a great job letting me know when the cycles are done, but I have to lug everything up and down the stairs. (are you getting the impression that I am at my laziest when it comes to this particular chore??) Of course the actual washing and drying is NOTHING compared to folding and hanging and putting away....and on top of THAT we have the ever-dreaded children's clothes. I despise folding little clothes. They are so small that they don't lay right, and socks are constantly mis-matched.

I don't know why laundry is so difficult for me. I don't understand why I have such a grudge towards it. I just do.

At least now Tay is getting to an age where she at least puts her own clothes away...

Perhaps I should mention that all of this complaining is being done even after my husband does 80% of the laundry....I just hate it that much.