Monday, August 9, 2010

The Bane of My Existence


It's the Bane.  The B-A-N-E of my existence.  It's a never ending cycle (get it? hahahaha, I kill myself with laundry humor.  It's the only way I don't go dramatically insane when I see this every weekend).

This is this weekends round of laundry and probably represents about 7 or 8 loads.  This photo does not include the load of darks that have already been washed and dried and is waiting to be put away, or the load of whites that is currently tumbling in the dryer. 

Yes.. this is my life folks.  Jealous aren't you?

Seriously... Thoughts?


  1. I love my laundry room. not because it's anything special, or even that big. but because I can close the door. The problem is that the door is directly across the hall from my office - so even if the door is closed... I know the piles...are... IN THERE.
    I will sort, wash and dry. but I do not put away. I married for that. :)

  2. ROFL. I do it all baby. Pre-soak, soak, wash, dry, fold and put away. I need a maid. Really. Hubs? Are you listening? I need a maid!

  3. I don't get why you fold and put away? Maybe I'm missing something? I put the washed and dried clothes on the appropriate person's bed (yes, hubby's goes on his side of the bed) and let them do it.


    Because, I'm not the maid!!! :)

  4. Because the 2 and 4 year old can't reach the rods where I hang all their shirts and would make a complete botch of their dressers if I left putting the clothes away to them. Towels, if I don't put them away end up up mixed in with rags so that my good towels get used to say, mop up stain or glue. And the Hubs, well, he does all of our dishes - no dishwasher, so it's only fair that I put away his clothes since he puts away my dishes. :) Glamour Girl does her own laundry.