Let's Talk About Laundry

Theres a problem in my house. It's called laundry. The pile never ends. I absolutely hate to do it but I hate putting it away even more. Baskets will sit until the clothes are wrinkled and then that just really  pisses me off. 

I'm the kind of person who can wear something a couple times before I feel it needs to be washed. Unless it's gym clothes (wait what's the gym), socks and underwear. Ya can't  wear that shit more than once. I even use the same shower towel a few times because you're clean when you get out right?

My kids clothes go in the laundry bin daily. Kids are nasty. Harlow is always filthy. She resembles pig pen from Peanuts and she just doesn't care. Re-wearing clothes without washing is not an option for that sloppy child. Cash is my clean kid. Like overly clean kid. However, he sweats so fucking bad just walking from the table to the couch. He wakes up soaked in sweat so there go the pjs. Moral of this paragraph those clothes dive immediately into the washer. 

Then there's Don. Don, Don, Don.  When I put laundry away the majority of it belongs to him. I did tons of laundry before my trip and I found clothes in today's bin that I just fucking folded yesterday. He wears AT LEAST 3 shirts, 2 undershirts and then the top shirt.  Boom 3 pieces right there times 7 days.  The kicker comes now. He'll put a clean shirt and shorts on for bed and by the time I wake up there they are in the dirty bin. I just fucking folded them 35 minutes before you put them on. Why the fuck do you want to torture me? You can tell he's never done his own laundry. He has no appreciation of the time involved. Let him wash clothes you say? Fuck that. Him doing laundry costs me money. He's fucked up my shit before so his ass is no longer near the laundry. 

Then there's shower towels. Talk about anxiety. I wake up and there's towels all over the house. Some from yesterday, the day before and even preparing himself for the following morning. That's the straw that breaks the asshole camels back. It makes me want to burn all of his clothes. Or bleach them. Bleach smells so good. Again, you're  ass is clean when you get out of the shower. Hang the fucking towel and use it again tmrw. I have a stash of my favorite towels and to be an asshole he touches them. Doesn't he understand the difference between hair towels, body towels, my towels and his towels?! 

I left my house with no laundry. If I come home to a new mountain I will fucking lose my shit. Everyone will be grounded or kicked out. 

A mothers work is never done.