I have a love-hate relationship with my laundry. I love having a closet full of clean clothes for the upcoming week at work. I get a warm, fuzzy feeling of security when I have a drawer full of "warm from the dryer socks and underwear" (I know I should talk to my therapist about this... but I don't have a therapist).
But I hate actually doing the laundry. I hate moving heavy wet laundry from the washer to the dryer. I hate how long it takes to fold what seems to be hundreds of pairs of tiny underwear, socks and t-shirts. I hate that I can only do one load of laundry a day because we have a septic tank and apparently too much laundry can ruin the scum level (how I feel about being responsible for something called a scum level is another story and another therapy session).
It's not like I can complain about my machines, they work fine. And my laundry room is upstairs with the bedrooms so I don't even have to carry the laundry up and down the stairs like so many people do. I really have it better than a lot of people. But for some reason, I have always found laundry overwhelming. I remember when Libby was born, my mother hired a doula to help me out (my mom wanted to help, but didn't want to be the one actually taking orders). The doula lasted less than a week. All I wanted her to do was laundry (she, of course, wanted to help out with the baby, but the baby was my new toy and I wanted to play with her).
I am sure that if you are as disorganized as I am (or maybe no one is as disorganized as I am), you have had a child come into your room (usually fifteen minutes before the bus comes or you have to leave for something) telling you they have nothing to wear. I always wonder what they expect me to do. Should I pull clean laundry out of my tush? I think they believe that I am hiding the good clean laundry in my room so they don't get to wear it and only leaving them with the lame clean laundry.
But I digress. The point here is that I am wondering if any of my readers have any tips to try to make laundry a little less intimidating. I am not sure they even exist and this may just be my personal demon, but I am happy to accept any suggestions.
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