laundry: part pure joy, part pure evil.
if you know me, you know i like things to be clean. and organized. and laundry allows me to accomplish both of these tasks. i love folding (as we know by the bags in our house). and i love putting things where they belong. pure. joy.
on the other hand. there's putting everything IN the washer. i don't wear things 8 times before i put them in the laundry basket. and i don't wait to do laundry every 4 months, thus allowing the stench to permeate the floorboards and make the neighbors wonder if i'm hiding the stray cat we haven't seen in a month in our apartment. (i DON'T do that, i said). sooo...why am i constantly slapped in the face by the stink of barely-week-old clothes coming out of the hamper going into the washer? we take showers. daily. so i don't understand why our clothes smell like dead cat. we wear deodorant. (one can see the deodorant marks on the underarms of our shirts, even though the label promises to glide on clear with no white mess). pure evil.
it's really all i can do to stay focused on the fact that in 22 short minutes i'll be loading fresh, pristine fabrics of clean delight into the dryer and pretending to read my book just to avoid the annoying laundry clerk who thinks i want to know that her kid is finally potty trained (after 4 years, he should be), and so i can watch the cleanliness go round and round and round while daydreaming about all the folding that is about to ensue.
it's been a good morning. a good morning, indeed.
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