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Confession #1


I don't fold and put away my clothes.

Really, you'd think by the time I graduated from college, got married, bought a house and had a kid that I would be able to take care of myself. But no, there are still a number of things that I can't seem to get the hang of.

Like laundry.

Well, that's not true. I actually don't mind doing laundry. Washing and drying clothes is no big deal. (Let's not point out that a machine takes care all of it...shall we?) Even un-organized me has a day that I do laundry. Monday. Now granted, it is Tuesday and the first load went in about twenty minutes ago, but hey, I did bring it downstairs yesterday!

The washing machine does it's job, the dryer theirs.

So the laundry is done, it's been brought upstairs and I pile it on the bed in a overly idealistic display of domesticity; where it sits all day until the guy goes to bed and pushes it onto the floor. Now, if it's started out to be a good day, the pile will end up on the bed again. It could happen, right? Ha. Well if it's a normal day, the pile sits there and gets picked through and wrinkled and strewn all over the room until it all ends up in the laundry basket to start all over again.

Don't even ask me about those other piles you see. We'll get to those another day.

So what's the solution? If we won the lottery we'd just put the laundry room in our closet (it's really that big) and that way the piles would still be there...but at least we wouldn't have to see them. Or I'd start actually hanging my clothes. Heh, well one could hope. Maybe all I need is a better way to organize our clothes. Right now the guy and I share one dresser. That's right, we share one three and a half drawer dresser and often times the drawers get stuck because our sh*t is hanging out. What is in the closet you ask? Don't ask me, I haven't been in there in months. Hmm, maybe I should invest in some shelves so I would have a place to put the clothes away. That would be nice.

Oh, and a machine that folds.

Advice for MP?
What's my laundry solution?

Comments

  1. DebbieSeptember 29, 2009 at 2:49 PM

    I am your solution :)

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  2. MPSeptember 29, 2009 at 3:05 PM

    LOL. Careful what you wish for Debbie... ;)

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  3. LaurenSeptember 29, 2009 at 4:05 PM

    Sorry, I can empathize. My dryer is full and I am in no mood to fold. Ultimately I cannot stress just how wonderful a washer and dryer would be on the floor with the bedrooms. It is a dream (when did my dreams become so housewifey?), but one that I will hang on to.

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  4. Sweary Winey MommySeptember 29, 2009 at 5:50 PM

    i need someone to do the whole shabang for me!

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  5. RachelSeptember 29, 2009 at 6:00 PM

    My least favorite chore is laundry -- the putting it away part. The one thing I've been doing lately that is a STEP is that I empty the dryer in a timely fashion and take each thing out one by one and stack the shirts up (not folded, just laid flat) so at least they aren't getting all wrinkled in the basket. As for actually folding it/hanging things up, well, that's another story.

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2009 at 3:42 PM

    I'd find a way to convince your husband that it's worth his while to fold and put the laundry away.

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  7. DebbieSeptember 30, 2009 at 7:18 PM

    As MP knows, I'm an ironing freak! Everything comes out of my dryer wrinkled anyway so I have to iron before folding/hanging. I really should start my own business :)

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  8. KatyaOctober 9, 2009 at 4:21 PM

    a maid. We have two house helpers and it is so nice to come home to a house that's clean, picked up, clothes washed, ironed and hung, plus food in the fridge.

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