Saturday, February 28, 2009

They'll never take me alive!

The laundry is overtaking me. It has grown from a basket to a pile to a mountain to an erupting volcano of clothing all over the floor of our laundry room, which is really just the front portion of our garage. The laundry grows daily as if it has been sucking down Weight Gainer 3000 when I'm not at home.

Part of me wants to throw it all into big black garbage bags and haul it all off to Goodwill, still dirty. A big part of me.

But I know I must wash it. I know I must conquer it. And once it is all smelling of Cherry and Vanilla and warm and fluffy in our closets I will feel better. I will feel accomplished.

That day will come... someday. I don't think I've ever had the laundry under control in the almost 6 years we've lived here. Once before the 2005 hurricane I think I got it pretty close, though. In my panic that we would be without power for days I decided to get all the cleaning and laundry done. I got close... but the laundry... it still won.

It always wins. The tee shirts, the jeans, the gym clothes, the underwear, and the socks. Especially the socks. They are my biggest enemy. Perhaps because they all have an accomplice, a friend. They spread themselves as far away from each other as possible so I can never get them back together again. I've tried to defeat them by bringing in teams of socks purchased 6 pair to a package from Target. Surely if there are 12 of them I'll be able to get a pair before school in the morning, right?

That's what they'd have you believe. But no, the socks are smarter than that. One bright white one sneaks itself into the pile of red clothes to wash. Now I will have no sock to match it! One sock sneaks itself into the dog's mouth, allowing it to be torn and tattered until it barely resembles a sock. Another sock works its way between the couch cushions and one behind the bathroom door. They hide in various locations until my head spins with fury.

"It doesn't matter if they match, honey, just put them on! We're late for school!"

You've won this time, laundry. But you haven't defeated my spirit... I'll be back.


6 comments:

Candy said...[Reply to comment]

oh

my

goodness.

this is EXACTLY the way I feel today!!!!!!!!!!

lol.

Debs said...[Reply to comment]

ok, you do know its the sock monster, and his only goal is to drive you nuts looking for those missing sock??? Laundry is like those wire coat hangers, as soon as you turn your back, it multiplies!

Sarah said...[Reply to comment]

That's why laundry stinks, it is never-ending. And don't get me started on the socks.

Karen said...[Reply to comment]

I live in your world. And this weekend the dryer is broken. Easy fix, just a felt drum seal. Okay easy for hubby. But NO ONE has it in stock, so we are out one dryer until WEDNESDAY! Do you KNOW how much laundry there will be by WEDNESDAY?! If no one hears from me, know the laundry finally won the war!

Jason, as himself said...[Reply to comment]

Amen from everyone!

B2 said...[Reply to comment]

Amen Sister!! I feel your pain. Have you ever noticed that when you are finally putting away that last stack of folded laundry, you pass by the clothes hamper only to see a newly soiled t-shirt, sock or pair of shorts peaking out of the top? Sad, but true ... unless we can convince the family to start going around buck naked, the saga of the laundry will truly be endless.