Pretty bad, right? Well what anyone knows who has visited my home, EVER, is that I almost always have a pile of clothes on top of the futon in my room. I have tried to talk Harold into selling the futon because we could get about $100 off of it, and that would help us get our van fixed, but he insists we have a seating area in our room. As you can see, we never have a seating area in our room, it is always overloaded with clothes that need folding.
And if you look real close at the first picture you will see a small, orange lump at the top of the pile. Who could it be?
Yep, Tiger the cat. I can already hear the groans from the non-pet lovers out there. How SICK that they have an animal on their clean clothes. Seriously? Who cares. It isn't like there are 10 of them and it isn't like he gets hair all over all of our clothes, just a couple of items. And he looks pretty cute lying up there. So phooey on you-ey and you know who you are! Besides, Tiger needs his sleep. He stays out all night long playing with other cute cat friends (who he sometimes brings home and they try to sneak in) and during the day he has to rest up for his next adventure.
I won't be getting to this pile today, unless I find some serious motivation between now and 4:30 when I have to leave for our final foster care class. I guess I have a few hours, maybe I could get on it. And then I will have a place to sit in my room other than the bed, at least for a day or so until more clean clothes arrive from the Laundry Region of Nichols Country.
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Phoey on me-ey I guess!
At least you have this pile in your room. My pile is on my front room couch most of the time. My reasoning - I will get to it faster. Nope! When people come over, we hurry and get the baskets and move it all back to the laundry room.
I hate doing laundry and I can't even imagine what it must be like to do it for an entire family. See, this is why I'm single.
As you know, I share your hidden laundry pain. My problem is that I believe you should live each day as if it is your last, which is why I don't have any clean laundry, because, come on, who wants to wash clothes on the last day of their life?
The first step in recovery for laundry-folding-phobia is to admit you have a problem. I'm starting a 12-step program. Step 1 blog about the issue and show pitiful photographs.
I'll let you know when I come up with step 2. But rest assured dear cousin, you are on your way to a life of folded laundry.
First Enlightenment then laundry.
(See turning 40 makes you very metaphorical and gives you the urge to wax philosophical.... or maybe thats just the hot flashes burning up my brain)
Matt gave me a card on mother's day that said something about moving mountains for me and then on the inside it said,"Or as we like to call it - Laundry"
I thought it was hilarious and true because he does haul it up and down the stairs for me. We have had an agreement for the last year, he washed and dries, I fold. We just switched a few weeks ago, I washa dn dry and he folds. So far he has folded once which is probably more than I would have in those few weeks. He's such a good husband.
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