Tuesday, November 06, 2007

It needs to be said

Dear Laundry,

I officially declare war on you. You are trying to take over my house. You and your piles. Well, I am sick of the piles! There are piles of folded clothes that are clean, piles of unfolded clean clothes, piles of "for sure" dirty clothes, piles of clothes that might be dirty, and then piles that I have no idea where they came from or what they are. Enough is enough! I will drown in your filth (and possible filth)if I do not take action now. So here's my plan. If you are on the floor, you will go into the washing machine, no questions asked. I do not have the time or the energy to spend half my life smelling crotches and armpits. I don't care if I will be wasting water and detergent. It is a price I am willing to pay. I might have to put away more clean clothes, but if my only pile is a ginormous clean one, then at least I can contain it in one area and there is no mystery. I love suspense and surprises, but in a good book or movie, NOT from a urine-stained pair of jeans, thank you very much.

Sincerely,

The Queen of the House

9 comments:

Kristen said...

LOL, crotches and armpits...nice mental image. Don't you just love our job?

Matt said...

So back in the day, when we still lived in Utah, I found a pile of clothes similar to what you describe in the laundry basket. I thought for sure this was a clean basket of clothes and proceeded to wear them. In fact, I took clothes from that laundry basket for an entire week, before my wife asked me, "Why are you putting on dirty clothes?" Needless to say I take a more active part in the laundry these days.

Kelly said...

Hehehe....you said crotches.

Jenni said...

oh my gosh...I'll fight with you in your war on laundry...I started yesterday. I had been avoiding for too long...finally, I can see my bedroom floor again! good luck!

Ron, Annette & Girls said...

At least you get to do your laundry in a laundry room instead of out in the garage! Ugh! I don't mind the washin'. I mind the foldin'.

Jon said...

And we all know the lawyer who belongs to the urine-stained jeans.

Hailey said...

Um, maybe I should have specified that it is, in fact, my son Ethan who wets his pants at periodic intervals and never bothers to tell anyone. Maybe Ben does it too, Jon, I don't know...

Mandee said...

you are so funny. I mean it. so funny!

Elly said...

Hear, hear! At my house, it's called Mount Laundry. Brian writes scripture about it (in his deepest voice): "And it came to pass that Mount Laundry grew until it consumed all who dared enter the laundry room..."