Laundry, Laundry and MORE Laundry!

Does it ever end?  We are only a family of four and I can’t keep up with the laundry.  What do larger families do?  The one that always comes to mind when I ask myself that question is that Utah family with 18 kids.  The Duggar family.  Have you heard of them?  I once saw a documentary on them and they do seem to have a finely tuned, smooth operation going there.  Geez with 18 kids (and counting) you’d have to have to have organization down to a science right?  Anyway never mind all of that.  What I really want to know is…how does this woman even still have a uterus?  Seriously.  And does she EVER sleep?  More importantly, with 18 kids, who in the hell has time for sex?!?  Good God I barely had enough energy to make the dough for bun number two!  Not to mention, Mrs. Duggar has been pregnant 18 times (that we know of).  Did I mention how amazed I am that the woman still has a uterus? God bless her.  I couldn’t do it.  But I digress…back to the topic at hand: laundry.

It’s not so much of actually doing the laundry that I hate.  It’s putting it all away.  I don’t mind folding it but I freakin HATE putting it away.  Especially when I lived in a house where the laundry room was on the main floor.  Must have been a MAN that drew up the plans for that place!  Yeah, what a real genius he was.  He obviously didn’t consider that not only would one have to lug all of the dirty laundry downstairs, but she’d (cuz we all know 9 times out of 10 it is the woman who’ll be doing it) also have to bring it all back upstairs and put it away once it was all clean.  That right there was when I decided that I despise doing laundry. 

What a royal pain in the ass it was to carry it all back upstairs (God forbid I had a basement and the washer and dryer were down there).  Getting it downstairs wasn’t as much of a big deal because where our laundry room was, I could just throw it all down from the second floor and it would land in the hallway right outside the laundry room.  It did serve as quick entertainment for the kids though as they climbed up Mount Dirty Duds.  However, it obviously wasn’t as easy to bring the washed version back up. And I am not that much of a lazy person…really.  All I can say is that my constant bitching finally paid off because it was one of the rare occasions when my husband was listening to me.  He went and bought me an awesome washer and dryer for my birthday.  I’m guessing he figured if it was a state of the art washer and dryer with all of the bells and whistles (which it really is), then I would actually enjoy the dreaded task of washing clothes.  Sorry hunny.  Find me one that will wash, dry, fold and put it all away too and then we’re in business!

So, what is the moral of the story?  Don’t buy a two-story house with a main floor laundry room!  Unless of course your master bedroom is  located there too.  Still doesn’t help with the kids clothes though so scratch that: Don’t buy a house with a main floor laundry room OR master bedroom! 

I’m serious ladies.  My husband and I are currently house hunting and I won’t even look at the house if it has a main floor utility room.  And I am NOT budging on that one!

NO DEAL!