No, this one is not my nemesis. This is just a cute picture of L eating her PB&J with watermelon yesterday while she stares at Elmo. She just discovered TV exists about a week ago, it didn't register on her radar before. Just another thing I get to monitor her consumption of. This picture is just to distract you from the ugliness that follows.
Laundry...my nemesis. I hate the laundry, and to be honest...I think it hates me too. I do passive aggressive things to it, like refusing to separate my colors, and leaving it waiting to be folded for days at a time. I do these things to show it who is in charge. As with most passive aggressive behavior, I'm really only punishing myself. Let's just face it, keeping up is much less painful than catching up. It's true with laundry and most other things in life. I spent 6 hours doing laundry yesterday. When I look at the 4 kids baskets, waiting for a million little tiny pieces of laundry to be folded into them, it makes me nauseous. Then, I think about my mother-in-law, who had 8 children. Poor, poor woman.
This pile constitutes about half of the laundry that I have to do every week. It's a cruel joke. This folding job was piling up for 3 days. I'm sure Daniel appreciates rolling into work with his shirts looking like he just rolled out of a dumpster. I never claimed to be uber-domestic, and he married me anyway. I say that makes him the guilty party. He is welcome to use those 7 free hours between 11pm and 6am ironing if he really cares. Or maybe he could fire up the power tools and finish my dang wall project that is 18 months into its de-construction.
Here is the remainder of my giant slice of Black Out Cake, from the Cheesecake Factory. I added some vanilla ice cream and went to town. You know...to ease the suffering of my laundry induced Carpal Tunnel symptoms. I love how the enormous size of the Cheesecake Factory containers makes it look like a small portion. Trust me, it's a bald faced lie. The pile of ice cream that I added didn't help either.
Laundry...my nemesis. I hate the laundry, and to be honest...I think it hates me too. I do passive aggressive things to it, like refusing to separate my colors, and leaving it waiting to be folded for days at a time. I do these things to show it who is in charge. As with most passive aggressive behavior, I'm really only punishing myself. Let's just face it, keeping up is much less painful than catching up. It's true with laundry and most other things in life. I spent 6 hours doing laundry yesterday. When I look at the 4 kids baskets, waiting for a million little tiny pieces of laundry to be folded into them, it makes me nauseous. Then, I think about my mother-in-law, who had 8 children. Poor, poor woman.
This pile constitutes about half of the laundry that I have to do every week. It's a cruel joke. This folding job was piling up for 3 days. I'm sure Daniel appreciates rolling into work with his shirts looking like he just rolled out of a dumpster. I never claimed to be uber-domestic, and he married me anyway. I say that makes him the guilty party. He is welcome to use those 7 free hours between 11pm and 6am ironing if he really cares. Or maybe he could fire up the power tools and finish my dang wall project that is 18 months into its de-construction.
Here is the remainder of my giant slice of Black Out Cake, from the Cheesecake Factory. I added some vanilla ice cream and went to town. You know...to ease the suffering of my laundry induced Carpal Tunnel symptoms. I love how the enormous size of the Cheesecake Factory containers makes it look like a small portion. Trust me, it's a bald faced lie. The pile of ice cream that I added didn't help either.
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I'll gladly trade you! Maybe this will make you feel better. At least you don't have to walk down two flights of stairs and 200 yards with a huge blue ikea bag overflowing with clothes to the laundry room to find that the one and only triple front loader washing machine is OUT OF ORDER.
I was out of burp clothes and had tons of blow out stuff that need desperate washing.
I hate communal laundry rooms. Sometimes I wish I just had a river, bar of washing soap and a clothes line. The river would never break, I wouldn't have to wait for someone to be done using it and I wouldn't have to feed it quarters.
sorry, rant over.
That actually does make me feel better. Sorry about that. It reminds me of the days when I had to use a communal laundry facility. That would be 1997-1998. I'm a brat, so I refused to ever do it again. I bought a cheap washer and dryer from Sears in 1999 (for like $200 each), and that lasted me until we moved here and got my beloved HE front loaders. Love the machines, hate what comes out of them.
P.S. What is a triple front loader? Does it do 3 times as much as a normal machine?
oh man, laundry hates me, too. i have a bunch of it tonight. i just save it for dvr watching at night. fold on the floor while my husband dutifully watches me and the tv. a woman's work . . .
i'm taking surveys soon about washers and dryers. believe it or not, i've never purchased either one, so i'm on the hunt for the best at the best price. . .
also, one perk of gardener's lifestyle (i did that for a while, too) is that all the laundry can get cleaned and dried in about an hour. it doesn't take all day, as long as there are enough functioning machines in your commune.
but the folding is another story, as usual.
yes, a triple loader does 2 very large (3 regular) loads at one time. The regular washers in our laundry room are not even full size machines. They only fit about a 1/3 of my ikea bag, so they are not cost effective and they don't clean as well as the front loader.
I got to the point where I gathered all the laundry from the baskets each day and did one or two loads. That way I never got behind and I stayed on top of that chore. I did sheets once a week along with towels. I didn't do wash on Sunday, however, so there might be a little more to do on Monday. That system worked best for me when I had so many children still at home.
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