I think this love hate relationship began when we moved to a two story house. The washer and dryer are downstairs, all the bedrooms are upstairs. I don't know if that actually has anything to do with it, but it sounds like a great excuse.
I always have great intentions on keeping the laundry up. I come up with different procedures for laundry. I even got each kid their own different colored laundry bag in hopes this would help.
Keep in mind, there is a lot of laundry in this place. We have two adults and 5 kids. Now, 2 of the kids are not here every day, but one of them seems to dirty lots of clothes somehow. I think what actually happens is he lets clothes fall on the floor, then becoming "dirty" in the dirty pile of clothes. The three year old diva likes to change clothes in the middle of the day, as many times as she can before getting in trouble. The baby is a baby, so he goes through many clothes in a day. Now add baby blankets, towels, and the fact there is a bed wetter in the house to the laundry pile. Twin sheets and comforters take up a lot of room in the washing machine.
I will spend three whole days (sometimes with a days break in between) catching up the laundry. I don't mind loading the washer and dryer and I always fold it immediately upon pulling it out of the dryer. I empty the dryer piece by piece and fold it right there. I then separate them all in to piles, adult pile, Beebs pile, Logan's pile, baby's pile, Austin's pile, and Kristian's pile. This takes up the entire couch. I then move these piles into their color coordinated bags and set them a side. Ours go into hampers ready to put them away. They sit, and they sit, and they get items pulled out of them when needed. Every day I walk downstairs and try to ignore the fact that they are there. By the time I get around to putting them away, I have a huge pile of laundry to do again. Another great excuse I thought I would share with you is that my dogs absolutely LOVE to sleep on a pile of dirty clothes, it makes them happy, you can see their soul smiling. I know, I know.
I yell at the kids when they come downstairs with a new clean outfit on and we have no plans to go anywhere. "Now why would you go dirty those clothes for me when we will be home all day?" I know, I totally take it personal, but the laundry and I have a very personal relationship.
I have come to the fact, for the new year, that I need to catch it all up, put it away the moment it is done, and do at least a load every day. I know this is the right thing to do, but at the same time, I want to rebel, it's in my nature. I will not have anyone controlling me, especially dirty clothes and it's process. Are you kidding me?
So this year, the laundry process and I will shake hands and start working together in a professional manner. I am not going to roll my eyes at it anymore and make rude sounds to accompany the eye roll. The laundry is not going to follow me with its eyes as I walk through the room. We will pretend to be friends.
I'm going to make my own laundry detergent as soon as what I have is used, this might make it more exciting (yeah, for like the first 3 loads).
The real deal here is putting the clothes away. Why do I hate it? I don't mind putting the kid's clothes away, but our clothes, I just never feel like doing that. Sometimes, I take it all upstairs with good intentions. I separate mine and Louie's stuff all across our Cal King bed. It's all organized in categories and ready to put away. Then something happens like the baby wakes up, or Dominique is screaming about something, or someone is at the door, or I have to go to the bathroom, or I decide to make another cup of coffee. If I go downstairs I am ruined. I forget about what is going on on that Cal King. Then it gets late, Louie and go upstairs to go to bed. The bed is covered in clothes, in a very organized fashion mind you, but still! So, I nicely set them all back into the hampers and crawl into bed. You can see how this process repeats itself so easily. And my other gripe of an excuse. Is my room and entire upstairs is not baby proof. So I can't really be doing all this putting away stuff while Andrew is awake. He is too big for his chair, so he ends up tipping it over and just screams at me the whole time anyway. He has to be napping, so that needs to be added to my new technique...putting laundry away at nap time.
Thanks for listening, and please, please wish me laundry luck for the new year...this really puts a damper on my life. I hate piles and I hate hampers full of clean laundry.
So, my coffee is ready for me in the coffee pot, I will enjoy that cup and I will then put a load in the wash. I will then give it a little wink, just to be sassy.
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