Entry FeedI hate laundry more than anything else in the entire world. Except onions. I definitely hate onions more than laundry, but I am also able to avoid them. Laundry is my unavoidable personal hell. Dante should have included it in his Inferno.
This morning, I had yet another laundry problem. Husband, in his attempt to wash ONE shirt, emptied the clean clothes from the washer. Alas, there were clean, dry clothes in the dryer, so he emptied those as well. The domino effect.
Now, instead of going upstairs, and emptying one of the laundry baskets full of clean clothes, and refilling it with the clothes from the dryer (yes, laundry is everywhere in my home), he instead chose to empty the contents of the dryer, clean, dry clothes, onto the laundry room floor.
There, the clean, dry clothes migrated to join the HUGE pile of dirty, unwashed clothes, also in piles on the laundry room floor.
This morning, I head down to do some laundry, and shock of shock, I CAN'T DISTINGUISH THE CLEAN CLOTHES FROM THE DIRTY!!!
Of course, I marched upstairs, picked up the phone, and called Husband to give him a piece of my mind. He wasn't available. Tried the cell phone. No dice.
Headed back downstairs to see if I could somehow, using my advanced mommy sense of smell, cleave the dirty from the clean. Not a chance. I ended up throwing them all back into the washer for another round.
Now, to one who hates laundry as I do, almost as much as onions, this is a nightmare. I have more than enough laundry without washing clean clothes.
However, I have decided to let Husband off the hook for this one. There will be no discussion... I am just going to breath, let it go, and never mention it again. Isn't he the lucky one today?