Mama hates laundry.
I actually don’t mind doing laundry – I don’t mind the sorting, washing, drying, folding, and stacking according to where it will go. Mama’s clothes, the mountain man’s clothes, the baby Pie’s clothes, sheets and towels, diapers and placemats. I kind of enjoy the folding part. And the sorting. That part’s fun.
The putting away part though – mama’s not so good about that. I’ve always had a hard time with the putting away part, but now that I almost always have a baby in one arm it’s even harder to put the laundry away. Opening drawers, making space, nestling the clothes into their spot, then closing the drawer again. So, so hard with one hand.
So I put the clothes on top of the dresser, or leave them in the basket, or leave them on the couch until I have two hands free to put the stuff away. And there they sit, for days.
Mama does not like that last step. But when I don’t put the clothes away right away, we end up with ugly ugly piles of clothes, teetering and tottering as we pull a shirt or pants out of the middle of the pile.
This is embarrassing. The piles are multiplying, and I think they’re doing it even when I’m not getting any laundry done.
Mama has no clothes stacked up because mama has no clean clothes. Off to load the machine.
If we didn’t have an automatic washing machine my family would wear disposable clothing.
You think I’m kidding.