There are few things that I loathe as much as doing the laundry.
I know. That seems like a ridiculous statement, but it truly is one of my most dreaded household tasks. I can’t even explain why, because when I try to come up with reasons that I dislike it, they all end up making me sound like a whiny brat.
It takes soooooooo long.
See. Whiny Brat.
I think the real problem is that most of the work is a passive process, so while I may have all the motivation (no clean underwear is usually the real motivation) in the world to do laundry, the process takes far longer than my motivation to actually DO the task lasts. AND the actually work comes allllllll the way at the end of the job.
I admit it. My name is Erin, and I use my dryer like a dresser.
I can’t even begin to count the number of times that I have used clothes out of a dryer almost to the point of not needing to fold them at all. Barring the husband or Pickle needing a load dried, I could probably live forever in the tumble, dig, slam door cycle.
And why is it that I hate folding clothes so much anyway? Heck if I know.
I used to justify my loathing of it by saying that I lived in a tiny house and the washer and dryer were in the kitchen (I KNOW!! And yes, it is as awful as it sounds) and I just wanted to avoid the whole process. But then we moved to a giant house, and I hated it then too. Soon my argument was I hated carrying everything up and down the stairs. Now, we leave in a perfectly sized house, on one level – but I still haven’t found laundry love. I’m realizing that I’m sounding a bit like the Goldilocks of the Laundry Room, here….
Surely, everyone must have some mundane household chore that you unreasonably dislike – though I suspect that many people would say that things like cleaning the toilet and scrubbing the tub would be theirs, mostly for the ick factor of the one and the pure physical labor aspect of the other.
Regrettably, there is no real solution to this completely annoying first-world problem. I did manage to wash, dry, and put away two loads of laundry today – which was about half the amount I really should have done. I’ve often joked that if I were to suddenly have an income surge that would allow me to hire “help” that my first call would be to find a laundress – of course, I don’t think this job title actually exists anymore, and the last known reference to one that I can recall was Charlie Bucket’s mom in the original Willy Wonka movie. You know, where she is standing in the steamy room stirring laundry with a giant wooden fork, and singing the horribly depressing song that I always fast forwarded the VHS tape through when I was a kid because no one needs that level of sadness in a movie about CANDY
The best part about this is that I wrote this post while procrastinating getting a load of clothes out of the dryer, but I suppose that I should go and get to work before I have to re-tumble the clothes for a second (third) time.