Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The War on Laundry

I am not proud of the way I acted. I'm not proud of screaming at Mitch so loud, the baby started crying because she'd never heard her mother make noises that frightening. I'm not proud of how abruptIy and roughly I shoved Mitch out of the closet. It bothers me, the amount of effort it took to compose myself enough to walk up to my sobbing 2 year old, squat down to his level, look him in the eye, speak in a civil tone and "discuss" his behavior. It ended in a "sorry" and a hug. But I was livid.
You see, in less than 90 seconds, Mitch managed to undo what took at least 6+ hours of hard work and effort: my laundry. 

I have been waging a war on laundry for months. Years. Well, really, ever since the 2nd child came along. I hate sorting and folding clothes. I don't care who you are, you can only do it so fast. It's a time sucker. It takes hours out of my week that I could otherwise spend doing, oh, I don't know; ANYTHING else!!!! Building a marble run with my kids. Making a home-cooked meal for the 3rd or 4th time in my life. Painting a room in the house. Crafting with my kids. Going for a walk. Relaxing. 

I've become so bitter about laundry, that I have gotten rid of 3 trash bags full of it in the past week. I figured, if I went all out, got it all sorted, folded, organized, maybe I could stay on top of it easier. I moved it all into my closet. 

My system was going great. I've dressed cute all week. I had reduced the time spent getting dressed in the morning by half!! No more walking between closet, laundry room, bedroom, back to closet just to assemble my outfit for the day. It was so, so beautiful. 

Then. Tonight. While I was washing my hands, after changing Diana, he did it. Mitch walked in my closet and pulled EVERY. SINGLE. Piece of clothing off of my shelves. He pulled shoes off the rack. He destroyed so much. He broke my spirit. I'm not sure I can ever face the laundry again. Mine, or the kid's. 

So, next time you see me, if you're questioning my style sense. Or the children appear disheveled. You know why. I've simply given up. You win, laundry. You win.

2 comments:

NurseNatalie08 said...

Well said! I only have two and feel this way. Working crazy hours girls only go to school 3 half days a week and I am sleeping while they are there. Laundry is a demon. And toys are too. Lol. I hate taking time away from my biscuits to clean, cook or do laundry...but it must get done. Occasional outbursts by this mom, happen. I appologize and yes feel the need to explain my reaction to my kids. The other day, I went down to move clothes from the wash to the dryer and in that short amount of time, came up to two girls having a blast in the bathroom.....with their toys in the toilet, sink running...water everwhere! And yes...there was pee in the toilet. I lost it. I don't spank...but they both got a swat, and sent to quiet time in their rooms for an hour.....while I cleaned up the disaster. Ugh.

NurseNatalie08 said...

Well said! I only have two and feel this way. Working crazy hours girls only go to school 3 half days a week and I am sleeping while they are there. Laundry is a demon. And toys are too. Lol. I hate taking time away from my biscuits to clean, cook or do laundry...but it must get done. Occasional outbursts by this mom, happen. I appologize and yes feel the need to explain my reaction to my kids. The other day, I went down to move clothes from the wash to the dryer and in that short amount of time, came up to two girls having a blast in the bathroom.....with their toys in the toilet, sink running...water everwhere! And yes...there was pee in the toilet. I lost it. I don't spank...but they both got a swat, and sent to quiet time in their rooms for an hour.....while I cleaned up the disaster. Ugh.