My day was filled with laundry, laundry, and oh yeah, did I mention laundry? This task has always been one of my most hated and worst enemy’s. I try to put it all the way down at the bottom of my to-do list and then I do my best to stretch my day out so long that I don’t have time for this awful disaster. But it’s just like the old prepaid flip phones. The minutes and chores just roll over to the next day.
So this is it. I’ve done everything on my to-do list by 3:00. I mowed, pulled weeds, managed to extend my time doing a touch up paint job on our bed frame even. Maybe I should have pulled out a sander and sanded the frame down and repainted it all over again. It would have at least extended my time till nightfall. The piles already gotten too big to hide in the laundry room closet. Tucked away so tight socks went missing behind the dryer and clothes peeked through the doors. A hidden mess in a clean house is what it was, just like the junk drawer we all have in our kitchens!
I can’t tell you why I just let piles of clean clothes build up instead of doing one load and folding them at a time. That’s just the way my mind works I guess! I have realized since my husband came home after being away for a month he has brought a lot more clothes to the bin. I was barley doing 2 loads of mine and Evalee’s a week and the day he got back from work was the day that changed! I do at least a load every day! Clothes that leave a trail to the bathroom, the 8 different outfits Evalee decides to wear for an hour each and somehow manages to dirty. The towels thrown on the ground in the corner of the bathroom. Hi ho, hi ho, off to do laundry I go, while the thought of more children equals more laundry swiftly passes through my mind.
Back to the load… I can sit and do dishes all day. One of the odd therapeutic things for me, just liking mowing and vacuuming. But as the title of this post is, I loathe laundry. For you who don’t know what loathe means, it’s “to hate with a passion” a word I learned my junior year of high school in Miss. Harold’s English class.
So here it goes, Ev is asleep for the short cat nap I can squeeze out of her. The only time I can manage to fold clothes without her help which ends with me refolding them again. I’ve got my strong cup of coffee on one side of me, my rerun of The Bachelorette in front of me and my mountain of clothes ready and waiting on the other side. The most prepared I will ever be!
I start with the towels which shrinks my load down by a quarter. Work my way to the jeans, and on through to the t-shirts and under garments. Left are at least 20 items ready to be hung and a pile of socks waiting to be sorted through. Does anyone find themselves folding laundry neatly and by the end of it you just start wrapping things up as quick as possible? I sure do. I managed to get through all of the clothes with the one item left to fold. The mother of all hatreds. A fitted sheet.
As silly as it sounds I have literally looked up the right way to fold this treacherous piece of cloth. Yet I have never been able to figure it out. I usually try folding it a few times to make it look appealing but end up rolling it into a ball and shoving it out of hindsight.
Last but not least with a little time to spare, I quietly pick up sections of the folded laundry making sure to not wake the sleeping child sprawled beneath them. I stop at her room to drop her tiny human clothes off, bring the towels to the bathroom and make my first stop at our dresser.
It must have been the squeaky drawers that woke her up. By the time I made my way out to the living room to grab my second load, Ev was sitting up trying to fold the recently folded pile of clothes that were left. She looked up with a smile so proud of herself while half of the clothes had been dumped on the ground. As irritable as I felt like being for the fact that I had spent an hour doing the chore I disliked the most, how can I be mad when all she was doing was trying to help mama out? That smile alone melts my heart! I made my way around to the couch and sat beside her and we refolded clothes together. This moment I will cherish.
I believe the link below will show you the correct way to fold a fitted sheet! 😜