Gone are the days where I would trade my sister in a heartbeat for chores. I was the oldest so that automatically meant, hand washing dishes because I was the dishwasher, cleaning the kitchen and doing the laundry rotation from washer, to dryer to couch where my sister "folded" them and put them away. I longed for the days where she would be stupid enough to switch with me. Just so I could fold laundry and clean the living room instead of cleaning up the giant mess she made the night before when she made dinner.
Let me explain my sister's way of making dinner. "Oh the recipe only calls for two pans....better use five just in case. I see that we will be using raw meat. I should get seven different spatulas so I can use a different one every time to reduce the risk of infection by airborne pathogens of the raw beef/chicken persuasion so we don't all get West Nile and die. Five people will be eating? Better have out enough dishes for everyone to have at least two plates so none of the sides touch. That's better. Oh, you just cleaned the kitchen? Sorry about all the dishes from one meal. But look at the bright side, you get to do the same thing again tomorrow!"
Don't believe me? Call my mom. She didn't believe me either until I moved out. Never has an apology sounded sweeter.
Today, I'm sitting on the couch staring at the mountainous pile of laundry that hasn't been folded. Thinking about the laundry in the laundry room that needs to be put in the washer and wondering if I really need to put the clothes that are in the dryer back into the washer because our dryer doesn't dry completely on the first round which I seem to forget on a regular basis. So the clothes in the dryer smell bad. By bad, I mean they don't smell like a Mountain Breeze or Lavender and Honeysuckle....they smell like....well, wet nasty laundry. When I remember to turn on the dryer two or three more times (doesn't matter what size the load is, it still takes forever), it's generally around bed time so by the time I wake up in the morning and kick myself, they already smell terrible.
I would rather scrub a toilet and clean a nasty bathroom than fold laundry. I'd rather give the dogs who have rolled in something dead, a bath before I would chose to fold laundry. I would take hot smelly trash out before folding the gigantic pile of laundry that takes up my loveseat.
"But Rachele, why don't you fold the laundry as you pull it out of the dryer? It makes things so much easier!"
False. No it doesn't. I hate it.
"Okay, I get it....but why would you rather take out trash or wash a mountain of dishes by hand?"
As soon as you wash dishes, it's done and over with. Same as taking out the trash. Folding clothes is taking them out of the dryer, folding, separating, finding a place to put all of your clothes, putting them away and then starting all over again with the next load. It's time consuming and a thankless job because even if you fold them, they still get wrinkly.
The next time you visit and don't see any laundry on the designated Laundry Love Seat, just know it's in my room on the bed unfolded.
Xoxo,
Riley Writes
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