Thursday, January 10, 2013

I Give Up

I have been defeated.  It is a lost cause.  I wave the white t-shirt in surrender.  I give up.  The laundry wins.  How do you know when the laundry has won?  Well, let me tell you.  It is when the people in your family can no longer close their closet doors because of the amount of laundry spilling out of their baskets.  It is when the drawers are empty, and the only clean clothes in the house reside in a pile on the spare bed, which by the way is where your family has to go to get dressed each morning.  

It is a sad feeling for everyone involved.  Especially Bubba who almost wore his sister’s skinny jeans to school, because nobody loved him enough to put clean jeans in his drawer.  This is going to take years of therapy to fix.

Oh well, add it to the list.


  1. You know my feelings about laundry, right? Let's just say it's not on my list of favorites.
    We could even go so far as to say that I don't enjoy it much.
    Okay we could maybe say that it brings out some negative maybe I curse the punks when I sort laundry and find all kinds of CLEAN, STILL FOLDED CLOTHES in the hamper, at the bottom, under some dirty, smelly laundry...grrr.
    I am farmgirl and laundry is my nemesis.
    I feel your pain Hot Mom, I feel your pain.
    Let's start a support group. I think in order to really feel supported and understood we'll need to plan a little get away...members only.

  2. No laundry on the get away, and we come home to no laundry! I am in. I have washed three loads of laundry today, but the spare bed is full so I have started putting the clean clothes on my bed, thinking I will have to fold them before I go to bed tonight...whatever.