My house has more than one.
- There’s the main dirty clothes hamper in the laundry area.
- But there’s probably a messy pile of dirty clothes on the bathroom floor as I write this. Even though I scooped them all up once already today.
- There’s also a dirty clothes hamper in Jacks room and his Grammys room.
- These are the coats and sweaters gathered on a chair or two in the kitchen.
- Also, the many used kitchen towels on the counter near the sink.
- Oh, and some stray items on the patio chairs out back, hats, sweaters, blankets etc.
- The central collection of clean laundry consists of every piece of laundry I resent the most. I keep this pile hidden in my bedroom.
- Then there are Jacks clean clothes which live in the laundry basket on top of his dresser.
All of these piles get dealt with eventually just never at the same time.
Clothes get washed daily, but I loathe the putting away of laundry.
It runs in my family; my parents had laundry piles. Three kids and a dirty laundry pile that covered the entire floor of the laundry room.
We used to chuck dirty clothes on the messy pile and wait for them to end up on the neat heap.
It’s a cycle of laziness indeed; I am not blind to the obvious. But I can hardly bring myself to care. It’s just so damn tedious washing, sorting, folding, hanging, all in their proper places. It’s a never-ending nightmare.
Why hasn’t a machine been invented to accompany a washer and dryer that eliminates the need to fold and hang clothes manually?
(Actually, I think one has been invented…)
The bottom line is I’d rather wash all the dishes because I fucking hate laundry.
And no, my husband takes no initiative in the laundry department ok. I recall my leaving the house for lunch with the girls once last year, and I got a phone call from him because he didn’t have a clean towel because all the towels were dirty. Part of me felt like a failure, the other part of me slapped the shit out of that part and told her to tell him to “WASH SOME FUCKING TOWELS THEN!”