Laundry

I am pretty certain there is nothing that I despise more than laundry. When I sit back and think about it logically, I'm not really sure why I hate it... it doesn't smell too bad (usually), it's not terrible dirty or disgusting. I think the problem is that it is so mundane and NEVER ENDING - that's the kicker, never ending. We have a fairly small household - two parents and one baby, but we consistently have MOUNDING piles of laundry. I like to blame it on my husband - he does wear a lot of clothes, but really it's both of us. The baby's clothes don't count, yet. She has little clothes and they get done separately. While I'm writing this there is one large basket of clean laundry staring at me and I can hear that both the washer and dryer have stoppd (although I'm ignoring the silence) and there are 3-4 more loads lined up ready to go.

I can't decide if it's better to save the laundry and do it all on one weekend day, or do a load or two each night. Usually I decide the weekends is better- better to get it all over with in one day than to prolong the misery.

Oh well.... here I go, off to be the laundry fairy!