I do a lot of things in my life as mom/housewife/homeschooler. Laundry is one of the things I end up doing almost every day, but one of the things I hate the most.
The worse of it is that the majority of the people I serve by doing laundry in my house seem to treat that service with little respect. Hours and hours of my time are spent - every week - on washing, drying, and drying, and sometimes drying again, then sorting and folding. Sometimes I have help, but usually not.
Time and again I walk into the bedrooms to see the same laundry I just labored over cascading out of drawers, stuffed...no, jammed is a better word - jammed into dressers with wild abandon, wrinkled and creased and neglected.
Around Christmas, I told ArtGuy I was done serving the masses. I will help them, but I am not killing myself by doing their laundry on my own.
One week ago, Romeo and Cookie Boy, who share a room., politely told me their laundry bin was full. I told them I was all ready for them, and to go ahead and toss their laundry down. Did they? Nooooooo. On Sunday they wailed there were no clean pants for church, and I reminded them that they neglected to hand over their laundry. Have they since then?
You be the judge.
|This picture does not capture the horror|
|This pile is at least 4 feet tall.. Not an exaggeration!|
Their laundry pile would literally bury the Mad Toddler alive.
I am not going to remind them. They will or they won't. Their call.
The Young Adult returned home from Boy Scout winter camp to a clean room and an empty laundry bin. Out of the goodness of my heart, I did all his laundry while he was gone. Well, after a week at camp, he brought a ton home. His room is right next to the laundry room. Has he done one load? Nope!
|There is no "walk-in" capabilities in this walk-in closet!|
My washer and dryer have been mainly empty this week.
But my lips are sealed!