I'll be honest, I hate laundry. Love clean clothes, hate folding them and putting them away. But, since we were first married, I loved the few moments when all the clothes were clean except what was on our backs and for YEARS I've fought against daily laundry just because I love that one clean moment.
With three kids, it just wasn't happening. So, I did it. I succumbed. My washer washes every day of the week except for Sunday. And you know what, I love it. We always have clean clothes.
Whether or not they're always folded is a different story, but I'm willing to take baby steps. And really, I just need to find a time in my schedule when I can fold and put away before destruction boy helps undo my hard work. Any tips? How do you ride the laundry avalanche?
In return for your forthcoming suggestions, I offer you this poem:
Laundry
folded in neat stacks:
his, hers, hers, hers, his;
undies, shorts, shirts, jammies,
folded, waiting to be filed.
the rainbow skin we shrug
into and out of and scrub
while we're away. Same,
different, but not alive
when stacked in piles
without us inside.
3 comments:
We just started a new tradition of movie watching and laundry folding together on Monday nights after the kids are in bed. The hardest part is getting the clothes put away before the kids wake up and help! :)
I likes this poem. :)
Yeah, I enlist Eric's help. He usually helps out if he's watching a show.
I find I do it if someone's coming over, or if the kids are watching a show, I watch it with them and fold. Otherwise, it just sits there cause I hate folding laundry too. It's up there with cleaning the bathrooms. :)
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