I freak out about one specific thing on a daily basis …
laundry.
the clean stuff? it’s in piles
and laundry baskets
and stacks on the end of our bed
the dirty stuff? supposed to be in these beautiful laundry hampers on our balcony.
but it’s mostly in piles in our bathroom and laundry room
and the laundry room spills out into the kitchen, so we eat our breakfast, lunch and dinner NEXT TO PILES OF DIRTY LAUNDRY
I would take pictures, but honestly, I’m too lazy to get up and take pictures {which would explain how we get piles of laundry all over our house} but here’s an old picture which explains it quite well.

See? It’s been happening since June 16, 2008, which is when that picture was taken. Hasn’t changed at all since then. And frankly, it was probably like that on June 16th of every year since I moved out of my parent’s house.
Okay, it was like that when I was still living with my parents, too — mom would have to come into my room, put everything that was laying on the floor into big garbage bags, and put them in daddy’s shop before I would do anything about it.
So I could probably blame it on her. Say that I was so emotionally damaged from having my stuff practically thrown away that I don’t even know how to keep up with it, now. Yeah. Let’s go with that.
I mean, it is NOT that I am just lazy and hate doing laundry. No, that’s not it. See? I don’t need therapy – I can figure this stuff out on my own!
Anyway, I freak out daily about the fact that me and laundry? We are never ever EVER going to come to an agreement. I should just accept that and move on.
I keep telling myself, “One of these days, you’re going to catch up with your laundry. You’ll get it all washed, dried, folded and put away. And then it’ll be EASY to keep up with it. Then, you can do one load a day, fold it while you’re watching Oprah, and put it away during commercials. One day.”
But that day has not come. And even if it DID come, I’d probably end up forgetting the last load that was in the washer, leave it in there until it got stinky, re-wash the clothes, put them in the dryer, throw them into the oversized chair, and leave them until we had 7 more loads of dirty laundry piled up in various rooms around the house.
OR! I can get up right now, make 3 big piles – lights, darks, towels – and then start doing laundry. I could have all three loads finished today!!! I could put them all away tonight after Emma goes to bed, and tomorrow would be THE DAY THAT I DON’T HAVE TO DO LAUNDRY!
Or I could just keep reading blogs and drinking coffee and enjoy the peace and quiet that comes with Emma in preschool, Ken working upstairs, and clothes rotting away in piles all around our house.
Ahhhh … blessed silence ….
ps: Mom, please don’t show up with garbage bags. I really will do it soon!!