I know I’m not the only one. I’m tired of laundry. I don’t actually hate doing it, but I’m just tired of it. It feels like I never have a chance to finish a load of laundry before someone in the house has put yet another item of clothing into the just emptied basket.
Yes, we are now all Sisyphus.
Every once in awhile, I just pretend like the laundry isn’t there. I’ll go for a few days or even gasp a week without doing laundry. I do have to check to ensure that Mister Man has enough uniform pants and shirts so that I don’t get into trouble there. We’ve only had to go into the dirty clothes basket once to get a pair of pants this year, and that was because he somehow outgrew three pairs that we didn’t realize until those were the only three pairs left.
Yesterday, Mister Man called down to me as he was getting dressed. Mooooom, I only have bad socks left. Ummm, ok. So they aren’t your favorite socks. Big deal. Wear them anyway for one day, and I’ll do laundry so that there are clean socks for today.
Apparently I should have delved a little deeper and found out exactly what Mister Man meant by “bad socks.” Ahem.
And why yes, it was Mass Day for his school. The day when they have to wear their full uniform. Which includes only white, navy, or black socks. Oops.
I washed a lot of socks yesterday. He’s good to go on socks for a good three weeks now, but I promise I’ll do more laundry long before then.