Laundry . . . . you’d think with one child wearing the same basketball jersey every day and another wearing only swim-trunks, I wouldn’t have so much laundry. But, alas, my hamper runneth over.
Why do I have such a hard time keeping up? Perhaps it is because this is how the laundry chore goes around here . . .
I sort through the hampers finding dark-colored clothes. I carry an armload to the washer and begin to look through pockets before I dump them in. I find a rock, a Hot Wheels car, Luke Skywalker, a few quarters and pennies that the children “found” around the house -probably in my purse.
Wait! The baby has dropped his toy from his highchair (his front-row viewing for laundry and school). And the girls are shouting that they see snowflakes, so I have to ooh and aaah. And I must referee a battle over the Hot Wheels track. Oops! The baby dropped his toy again, so I recruit a big brother to volunteer to play this game of Dropsy.
Now, back to cleaning out pockets. Ewwww . . . what is that? Oh! Glittery silly putty holding the pocket together. And some Legos. And some old Wal-Mart receipts someone pulled from the trash. Now, I can dump the clothes in the washer. And take out the white dress shirt my helper has added in. And the rolled-over attached pair of socks my other helper tossed over my shoulder. And fish the pair of size 2T jeans out from behind the washer because my other helper overshot his mark.
Finally, I can add detergent and start the washing machine. But I’ll probably get so busy with school and diapers and meals and dishes and sending children to take the dog out and take the trash out and bring the mail in that I’ll forget about these clothes until they get that nasty sour smell, so I’ll get to wash them again in white vinegar. Then I’ll remember to set a timer to remind me to put them in the dryer. Only I’ll have to interrupt the timer when someone has to sit in time-out.
Hmmm . . . wonder why my hamper runneth over.