Maybe it is me! Laundry at the OK Corral

I can not figure out how two adults can generate so much laundry.  No matter what time of year, our hampers are filled to the brim with dirty clothes. I could do 53,239 loads of wash per week and still not get ahead.  I firmly believe that someone breaks in when we are not here and leaves dirty clothes.  Sort of the underwear gnomes in reverse.

No one really loves doing laundry but it is the least offensive chore for me.  I used to do a lot when the kids were home and before they could complain.  The first complaint that they didn’t have this favorite shirt or that special pair of socks, I introduced them to Mr Washer and Ms Dryer.  A guided tour of the buttons and settings, and they were on their own.  It was wonderful.  The next time I heard…”where’s my…” , I simply replied, Did you wash it?  Problem solved.

I often profess that the happiest time in my life was when the kids were potty trained and could get out of the car by themselves, but this is a close second. I firmly believe that kids can do chores and still get homework done. I’m old fashioned that way.  It has also put me solidly in the running for meanest mom ever many times.

But I digress.  The laundry, remember? I am planning a marathon laundry-thon. I will topple the snow capped peaks with determination and a bucket of Tide. Maybe this could become a new Olympic event. Couple that with competitive folding and timed lint removal and I think we will have something here.  Of course after 4 years, there’s gonna be a lotta laundry. Maybe they can just light the torch from high on the pile.

So if you need me, I’ll be cleaning the lint trap. Have a happy day/night/whenever