Am I the only one who whole-heartedly SWEARS she will never, ever, ever let the laundry pile get that high again???
Because it was pure torture to wash, fold, and put away that many clothes.
And yet, I still fool myself into believing that I have a laundry gameplan in place:
I know! I will organize our laundry.
A basket for whites and a basket for colors.
I will do one load every day, just so that enormous pile never comes to life again.
(Day 1 of my plan) Wow, I am brilliant. Doing laundry when the load is relatively smallish will be so WONDERFUL. How easy! Why have I never done this before?!
(Day 2) Shoot. I missed a day. Oh well, tomorrow I will do TWO loads.
(Days 3 & 4) Holy CRAP!!!!! That pile scares me.
(Day 5) Well, it's Friday. Who seriously does laundry on a FRIDAY?!
(Day 6) Today's Saturday. I'm not wasting my day doing stupid laundry.
(Day 7) *Hyperventilating at the height of the laundry pile.* I will survive. I will survive. I will survive. Surely no one has ever died of washing and folding and putting away that many clothes. But I think I will. I think I will be the first to die of it. This is the woooooooooooorst everrrrrrrrrr.
And the kicker?
When all the laundry is finally finished and clean at the same time....IT DOESN'T EVEN FIT IN THE DRAWERS! I end up breaking a sweat trying to stuff and squeeze and compress the clothes in there so I can will the drawer to shut.
Obviously my laundry's only mission in life is to make me look like an idiot.