Laundry, Lovely Laundry!!!

So here I sit avoiding the very large pile of laundry that needs to be washed, folded and then put away, to say that I am a laundry procrastinator is an understatement, the word hate comes to mind and I don’t use that term very often. Our family seems to create an ungodly amount of dirty clothes and if I don’t keep up with it and happen to miss a day or two then the mountain in front of the washer is almost insurmountable, hence the fact that I am sitting here seriously considering moving to a nudist colony, I know, I know not really a feasible solution when you live in the great white north but it is the only solution that I can think of at this particular moment.

It is fair to say that if I were to win the lottery I would definitely hire someone to do our laundry, it’s not so much the washing part but the whole folding and putting away that gets to me, our couch down stairs in the rec room has become the official dumping ground for any laundry coming out of the dryer and is piled so high right now that I’m not even sure that there really is a couch there anymore I’m afraid it may have been eaten by the laundry monster and disappeared. ( this monster is the same one that steals the socks, not both socks just one so that you are left with a pile of mismatched socks and then end up leaving the house with one striped and one rainbow coloured sock on, don’t worry other mommy’s understand)

The problem in my house is that I have these wonderfully fantastic helpers every time I get a load of laundry folded they come along and mess it up, and my very adorable daughter has recently started to dress herself a great and horrible thing in my eyes, some days her pants are on backwards and more days then not she is wearing a summer dress when it’s -20 out but she is dressing herself! But along with learning to dress herself comes the need to change outfits 10 times a day, the colorful and often funny mismatch of clothes gives me a great chuckle but at last it also creates more of that lovely laundry I hate so much, because we all know a three year old is not going to hang her clothes back up (in fact the last time I looked in her closet she had pulled everything off of her hangers yep just one more laundry mess waiting to be cleaned up) My husband who can somehow fold clothes down small enough to fit several weeks’ worth of clothing into a ruck sack can’t seem to manage to fit any clothes into the dresser at all, funny how that happens eh ladies. I also have such a large selection of clothing to choose from so I can actually go for weeks and not have to do laundry but therein lie’s another problem, must conquer my clutter.

Back to the original issue, I have people coming to the house tomorrow to visit and am pretty sure that they are going to want to sit on that couch that I can’t find. So now that I have fed the kids breakfast and had a little rant just one more method of procrastination I really must tackle the mountain in the basement, and if I’m not mistaken there may even be a load of laundry sitting in the washer that didn’t get switched over, come on you know you all do it, we get busy forget that we started the washer and it ends up getting run through a couple of times( not so great for the hydro bill ) because we have forgotten it over night or in my case sometimes days go by before I get back to it, it also has that wonderful smell to it. I just think of it as adventures in laundry room drama you never know what surprise is waiting for you when you lift the lid. Well if I’m going to do this I had better put on some good music and get a move on it, I’ll write more latter if I don’t get lost in the mountains of the new territory in my basement.