Laundry

There is no such thing as being caught up on laundry.  Especially when you have a teenager, or three.  But I'm blessed with Libby.  She does all her own laundry.  At least I got it right with one of them.  I don't know where I have failed with the others.  But hey - I'm not taking all the blame for Tay and Carter and there has to be hope yet.

1.  Inside out?  I'd be so happy with inside out.  Why can't the children take their clothes off without balling them into a little wad.  I keep threatening to leave them like that so that they can learn.  When they get their clothes back dirty, moldy and wet, would they learn?  No.  I'd just have more damn laundry to do.  It's not just a random sock here or there.  Every. Single. Pair. Of Jeans.  The other day it was a tshirt and a sweatshirt that were pulled off together.  Of course they were inside out, with the sleeves still balled up inside.  Sigh.

2.  Yep.  And still wadded up with the legs inside each other.  How is this even possible?

3.  Have you ever washed a bouncy ball?  I have.  And I dried it.  Guess what?  Bouncy balls do not pass harmlessly through dryers.  That was an expensive $.25 bouncy ball.

4.  AND of course this.  And it doesn't have to touch a person.  Sometimes we just don't want to put them away so they go straight from the clean clothes to the dirty clothes.  That's fair, right?

Thank goodness Tim helps with the laundry.  Coming home tonight I was wrapping up some odd jobs and went to pull a load out of the dryer.  And it was not only dry, not only taken out of the dryer, not only folded, but put away.  I'm still recovering from the shock.  

But we do have one thing that we don't see quite eye to eye on.  Help me out here.  Sometimes you wear clothes for only a short time so they aren't dirty enough to put in the laundry.  What do you do with these clothes?  I put them back in my closet.  Tim throws them on the floor.  *shudder*  I guess we need a chair.  (Still shuddering)