Last night a friend mentioned feeling like everyone else had interesting lives that they posted on their blogs, and she didn't. We started talking about what it would be like if people posted about their actual reality, and not just the interesting parts. So, here's my post about some of my reality:
Laundry.
I would say that laundry is the bane of my existence, but that's not quite true. I'm quite capable of ignoring it for days on end, and I don't know if you can ignore a bane. We have some built-in cupboards right by the laundry room that are very handy for separating colors from whites. The problem starts when the laundry gets big enough that it spills out and starts creeping across the floor towards my bedroom.
Before it gets too bad, I take the five minutes (WHY is it so hard for me to get around to this?) to start a load of laundry and walk away. I always set the buzzer, but if I'm in the middle of something and ignore it, chances are that laundry will sit there . . . and sit there . . . and sit there . . . usually until I have to wash it again. (I think my record is three times over the course of a week for the same wet load of laundry!)
Eventually, though, it makes it to the dryer. There it usually sits until another load of laundry kicks it out. From there it goes a short distance to my bed (or, worse, stays in the basket until it acquires a kind of cube shape that stays even when I dump it out). If I'm really on a roll of washing laundry, the bed turns into a mountain of clean clothes that the kids want to climb (which I discourage, since it starts the process all over again). This one isn't too bad . . . just two loads.
After that, ideally I take the time to sort into piles or baskets for individual family members. (Not ideally, I forget all about it until bedtime, and shove it all off the bed to the side so I can sleep.) You would think that would end this less-than-interesting laundry saga, but no . . .
It sits around in a basket for even MORE days, usually until someone needs it or I insist that it gets put away. Here is a basket of clean clothes that I think has been sitting on the kids' bedroom floor for over a week now. (The pile of toys and stuff in their room around the basket is a reality for another time . . . )
I'd like to say that I've now resolved to become a reformed person and to immediately wash, dry, sort and put away my laundry on a daily basis . . . but hey, this is a post about reality! (:
Laundry.
I would say that laundry is the bane of my existence, but that's not quite true. I'm quite capable of ignoring it for days on end, and I don't know if you can ignore a bane. We have some built-in cupboards right by the laundry room that are very handy for separating colors from whites. The problem starts when the laundry gets big enough that it spills out and starts creeping across the floor towards my bedroom.
Before it gets too bad, I take the five minutes (WHY is it so hard for me to get around to this?) to start a load of laundry and walk away. I always set the buzzer, but if I'm in the middle of something and ignore it, chances are that laundry will sit there . . . and sit there . . . and sit there . . . usually until I have to wash it again. (I think my record is three times over the course of a week for the same wet load of laundry!)
Eventually, though, it makes it to the dryer. There it usually sits until another load of laundry kicks it out. From there it goes a short distance to my bed (or, worse, stays in the basket until it acquires a kind of cube shape that stays even when I dump it out). If I'm really on a roll of washing laundry, the bed turns into a mountain of clean clothes that the kids want to climb (which I discourage, since it starts the process all over again). This one isn't too bad . . . just two loads.
After that, ideally I take the time to sort into piles or baskets for individual family members. (Not ideally, I forget all about it until bedtime, and shove it all off the bed to the side so I can sleep.) You would think that would end this less-than-interesting laundry saga, but no . . .
It sits around in a basket for even MORE days, usually until someone needs it or I insist that it gets put away. Here is a basket of clean clothes that I think has been sitting on the kids' bedroom floor for over a week now. (The pile of toys and stuff in their room around the basket is a reality for another time . . . )
I'd like to say that I've now resolved to become a reformed person and to immediately wash, dry, sort and put away my laundry on a daily basis . . . but hey, this is a post about reality! (:
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