I’m running out of steam due to fighting off a head cold, but I’m going to use a meme that caught my eye on Friday to get myself posting for today… hopefully the cold meds will kick in and I can write a really trippy post tomorrow while I feel spacey.
This week’s topic: Laundry.
I’m not sure how it all grows so fast. Every time I cut down the pile, it seems to grow exponentially, coming back stronger and stinkier than the week before. How the heck can two (and a partial) people create this much laundry in one week?
Seriously… how? I mean… the mini-person isn’t even running around in the mud yet, getting dirty. He’s certainly not spitting up as much as he did in months one through four. He’s able to keep the same outfit he goes out in the morning wearing on all day. And even if he did go through a lot of laundry – the kid only wears clothing that’s sized for six months. It’s not that large… his pants are about the size as my husband’s individual socks.
Yet somehow, it seems like I’m always doing a ton of laundry. Never ending, perpetual laundry.
I wonder if there’s some random goddess of unfinished laundry that I could pray to for guideance and deliverance. There’s got to be one somewhere. I mean heck, between the Roman and Greek religions, they had hundreds of gods and goddesses… surely there’s one in there for the forlorn laundress trying to get on top of the never-ending pile.
Well… at least I don’t have to stand in a steam room with a paddle and a huge oak tub like I see in those medieval movies.
That would definitely suck.
I suppose having a machine isn’t so bad then.
Now if I just had a machine to fold and put everything away, I’d be golden.