ResourcefulMommy has challenged me to post about my laundry situation. Truly this post was tailor made for me — pun intended.
Of all my household tasks I love doing laundry the most. There is something quite satisfying about having a pile of darks, lights, and inbetweens and transforming them in to a neatly folded laundry basket o’ clean clothes. The only problem is that I don’t do laundry everyday. Why you ask? Well, like Tara my laundry room is in the basement. Very inconvenient. Very difficult to negotiate this mess o’ toys every day.
The laundry room is far enough away that I tend to forget about it for a few days. When I finally descend to the dark depths of the playroom because one of my children needs a clean sports uniform. I see this…
…a tall pile of laundry. This pile is from a good day. Usually the pile stretches across the front of the washer and dryer and stands at least two feet tall.
Here’s my laundryroom…I do keep some order by having a rack beside the dryer. On the rack I hang washed clothes that I plan to consign.
A nice, freshly dryed batch of clothes ready to be folded. Now you’ll notice that I have light colored towels in with dark socks. This was probably one of my “Help! I need to do laundry STAT days!” — so this load was washed on the cold setting to prevent running of colors.
Sadly I have a tub of odd socks. At last count I have 37 odd socks. I have searched the house, looked under couches, checked sock drawers for mismatched socks, and looked behind the washer and dryer. We have a sock thief to be sure.
At times I even need to go to WalMart to buy new socks to replace the socks that are stolen by the sock thief.