One Foot at a Time
- October 26th, 2007 4:59 pm
I’m nearly convinced my laundry manifests itself into monstrous piles just to taunt me. It’s as if the laundry is thinking, “lets mess with amanda today. I mean…really, really play games with her. Big deal if she spent most of her day in a lab using e.coli and staph. Playing with dangerous bacteria isn’t stressful. I’m sure after messing with those all day…she is totally game for doing laundry. Especially large piles of it. *wink wink*”
“No,” the well-behaved dirty red t-shirt says to the naughty monstrous pile, “Amanda knows that she just washed several loads of laundry. In fact, amanda really tries to keep her laundry up to date with its washing so that bastardly humongous piles don’t form.”
“EXACTLY, that’s why we have to play games with her,” the monstrous laundry pile replies to the red shirt.
Crazy or not. It is unbelievable how quickly laundry can accumulate even between three people. It’s 
not like laundry is difficult to do. I mean, I don’t have to break out a hand wash scrub board like Charlie Bucket’s nameless mother. (And thank goodness to that, because if I had to hand wash laundry I would wear it until the smell was too outrageous for the general population. Probably even after that, to be honest…)
Still, as simple as doing laundry is it’s still quite frustrating.
Even more so when one (this one!) has a husband that is clearly convinced our bedroom floor is a flat wooden laundry basket.
I’m almost under the impression that if I did go a week without doing laundry it would pile up to the ceiling and swallow me whole. And don’t even get me started on where those lost socks go…they probably somehow slip down all of the countless holes children try to dig to China. I’m probably putting socks on the feet of nearly every Chinese citizen one foot at a time.
October 26th, 2007 @ 11:50 pm
Hilarious! I love this entry
I was thinking the very same thing today. I recently braved 1 week without doing laundry, and today, it swallowed me whole. I’m still spitting out dirty socks at this very moment… My husband has no remorse. He just walked passed me and dropped his dirty pants on the bathroom floor.
Bacteria, E.coli and Staph? Oh my! Sounds like fun microbiology to me.