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Answering Life’s Biggest Questions
Laundry Woes
By Abigail Fischer and Katie DeLand
Dear A+K:
With the 90 degree heat and 500 extracurricular activities, I am
drowning in laundry this summer. I seriously just can't keep up,
and I suspect that you two can relate. What are some helpful
hints on staying ahead of the game or putting a positive spin on this
situation?
Sincerely,
Losing it in the Laundry Room
Dear Losing it:
Aahhh- the laundry. Who knew that this one little task could
consume so much time...and space. Seriously. We seem to be
eating dinner amidst mounds of filthy jerseys.
First, let's analyze how you determine "dirty." This life skill
should be taught in middle school, right around the age where kids
stink the most. There is no chance that a shirt that was only
taken off the hanger to be tried on and then rejected needs to be
delicately spun. If the jeans were worn to church and back, shove
those Levis back into the drawer.. Simple. It gets harder
when they venture around food. Can we all just agree to bring
back the bib for everyone under the age of 18? There has to
be a market for this outside of Memphis BBQ and Maine lobster.
Despite all of our attempts at making our kids really justify their
overflowing hampers, they still exist. Every single day.
Where are all of these clothes coming from? Why are your children
wearing socks in July? Whatever happened to getting callouses and
blisters from hot asphalt? So once again, you find yourself
staring down a mountain of clothes. In this situation, play a few
mind games to pass the time. The usuals: "How Many Times
Can I "Fluff" the Towels Before I Fold Them?" "How High Can I Stack
These Clothes Before I Make a New Pile?" or "Find the Undershirts and
Underwear in the Jungle of Socks." They are oodles of fun, and we
are pretty proud of the 4 foot, 8 inch pile we mastered of our
husband's boxers just last week. Speaking of....
The Hubs. Your reinforcement, right? Because to be
perfectly frank, you just can't trust that your son was listening when
you vehemently explained the difference between your delicate cream
tank and his linty black bath towel. So your spouse is the only
other dependable adult in the house, and you look to him for life
support. The only problem: you watch him fold the tshirts,
and it looks like an ape performed the task. Everything is a
wrapped soft ball of cotton. No sharp lines or tucked in
sleeves. This cannot be real. He has to be doing this on
purpose to escape all future laundry detail. Why didn't you think
of that ten years ago?
Our only advice to you is to do what every other good American mom
does- truck those laundry baskets in front of the nearest tv and cuss
over the fitted sheets. Emptying the DVR counts as multi-tasking in
your book. Your kids may not know the difference between
off-white and hunter green, but they sure can deliver their teetering
towers of fresh socks to their rooms. When all else fails, press
"start" on the dryer for the 45th time. This freshens up the wrinkles,
and buys time.
According to all of the poetic internet memes, one day we will miss
this. And then we will only have the 4 /2 feet of boxers to keep
us company.
Laundry on!
Sincerely,
A+K
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