Shhhh . . . .
Don’t tell anyone.
I’m actually starting to enjoy Laundry Day.
I know, I know! Please don’t evict me from our Slob Club. But it’s true. Not like have-a-party-and-wish-it-was-every-day true, but true.
One of the things I dislike about housework, one of MANY, is that you never feel like you’re done. As soon as you clean a toilet, someone has the audacity to “use it.” As soon as you mop the floor, someone spills their applejuice. And on and on and on.
You know how I’ve always felt about laundry. It piles up. It gets re-dirtified as soon as someone wears it. It gets forgotten in the washer, or the dryer, or the dirty clothes basket, or the clean clothes basket, etc. etc. etc.
Notice how, once again, I am personifying laundry. I blame it and all of its evil intentions for my inability to keep up with it.
But when I have a Laundry Day (yes, that’s a proper noun), I am the one in control. I have focus for one day. And I know that the day will end. And when it does come to an end, if all of the laundry is done, folded, and put away, I have accomplished something. Something HUGE! And then I don’t have to do laundry for an entire week!!!! Guilt-free!!!
Also today I’ve:
Cleaned up the kitchen.
Did a general pickup.
Cleared kids’ drawers of clothes to save for next fall, and clothes to give away, and clothes to put in garage sale.
Laundry, laundry, and more laundry.