Laundry

I have no problem with doing laundry. I love doing laundry.  It’s fun and it’s easy. You just chuck the clothes into the washing machine and two hours later you come back. And they smell good. What a win.  What a feeling.  Except for when you have to put those f*ckers away.  My gosh, is there anything worse than putting clean laundry away. I don’t think so.  It’s the pile of dread.  There was one day when I was feeling so inadequate as a person and you know the reason why? Because of that clean laundry pile.  So I conquered my hatred of that pile and I sat there and matched millions of pairs of socks together, folded all the underwear that was ever manufactured and actually folded a fitted sheet.  Winning! I felt so good. So accomplished. And then I remembered I had two degrees. And proceeded to feel like a failure again.  Then I wrote that blog post about my struggles to feel productive (The Struggle Is Real).  That post was triggered by laundry.  There.  Now you know the ugly truth.

Anyway, my lovely SIL Z wrote to me that day commiserating because she feels the same way.  And then so did my friend S.  And we all talked about laundry. And how we all hate that dreaded clean pile.  But my amazing friend D takes the cake. D is a mum to 2 kids.  And she works full time.  She is a superstar. One time her mum came and folded all the clean laundry and put it on her sofa.  So all D had to do was put the laundry away.  Her mum literally did all the hard work of sorting through it.  Did D put the laundry away? No. She just left it on the sofa.  And the family sat around the clean laundry.  And when they needed clean clothes, they just found it from the sofa.  The next week, the pile was still there, but D had added new clean clothes to the pile.  Unfolded. Unsorted. I couldn’t stop laughing.  Then she sent me a picture of her clean laundry clothes pile and it made my day. Brilliant.  This morning, I could not find Boy’s clean trousers that he wanted to wear.  True enough, it was in the clean laundry pile from hell.

What’s annoying about my clean laundry pile from hell is that I have to walk down 4 flights of stairs to go find a pair of socks that my daughter loves and can’t live without. At 7:57am. Literally 3 minutes before we need to log into Zoom call 1.  Or my only clean jumper because now I refuse to do laundry because of the black hole that is the clean laundry pile.  I’m telling you.  The struggle for laundry is real.

Ok listen, I have been working non stop to fix the whole subscriber issue and I heard the dreaded words from my developer – it’s a coding problem. That’s when I stopped listening and started staring into the black hole of misery. I don’t know how to fix it. Someone much smarter than me is looking into so please be patient with me. I’m sorry. I hate coding.