… of laundry, that is.
A load by any other name would smell as stinky. Sometimes it’s a literal stink (I mean, we’re dealing with small children here remember). Other times it’s more of a figurative stench. You know, that “Didn’t I just wash these same clothes a couple days ago?” smell. The “Whoever crossbred dirty laundry with rabbits should be shot,” odor.
Yesterday I dealt with both kinds of stink, literal and figurative. But… and I would put this in huge red blinky letters if I didn’t realize how incredibly annoying that is… yesterday, in just one day, I put through nine loads of laundry! Well, almost. Load eight is in the dryer and load nine is in the washer. But loads one through seven are washed, dried, folded, and PUT AWAY!! This, my friends, is a huge accomplishment.
Of course, in a few days we’ll be right back to square one. That’s what I hate about housework. In so many other areas of life, you can accomplish something great – a work of art, a well-done bit of computer programming, etc. – and on bad days you can look back on it and say, “I did that. Wow. That’s cool.” With housework, looking back only makes you feel tired. “Didn’t I just do that?” Completely different feeling.
But today, the laundry is clean. Except the sheets. And Joel’s and my clothes. And a bunch of hand-me-downs that someone gave us that smell like smoke.
Well, you’ve gotta start somewhere. And, really, nine loads is pretty darn impressive!