Laundry

Today's topic is going to be laundry. I have been thinking about my relationship with Laundry and I've came up with a conclusion. I am terrible at Laundry. No really, I am. Now we don't look like homeless ragamuffins wearing dirty clothes because I am ok at washing the laundry, it's folding and putting away that I'm not so good at. Wait... I'm lying. The other day Karly came up to me before school and she was wearing a pink Valentine sock and a white sock. She doesn't even try to get them to match. I said, "Karly, where are your socks?" she replied with, "I can't find any." I then feel the Mommy guilt. I go through this rant in my head. "Man Emily, pull it together! How hard is it to keep your daughter's sock drawer full?" Apparently it's harder than I think.

Now I have a long history with laundry disasters. There was the time in high school that I washed and shrunk Jodie's really cute salmon colored gap sweater. She was so nice to even let me wear it in the first place seeing that every shirt she got back from me was stretched out in the chest area. :) I washed it and when I pulled it out of the dryer it looked like it was maybe a size 2T. Actually I think it would have been really cute on our dog Vivian. Though back then sweaters on dogs weren't as hip as they are now. Also there was a time that I washed some chap stick with every single new pair of garments I had just bought. Oh, that was an ugly day. I was engaged to Jake at the time and he saw how upset I was and he went out and bought me all new one's. Another reason why I married him.

I also have a memory of doing Laundry when I was at Snow College. Back then I had to haul my laundry down to the basement and it was a humiliating process for me. I thought it was just weird that my laundry was so far away from me, and I also thought it was embarrassing when you would come down and someone had taken out all of your wet laundry and piled it on top of the washer if you weren't there the second it was done. The nerve!

But the most embarrassing moment was when I was down in the laundry room and this really cute guy named Eric walked in. I may or may not have had a tiny crush on him. I tried to play it cool and I said, "Hey, how are you?" He replied with his adorable smile, "I'm good." And right when he looked at me as I was shoveling my clothes into a hamper out drops my pair of black, glittery underwear. Now why did I have black glittery underwear? I'm not sure about that. I have a vague memory of me and my friend Becky buying them to be funny. Satan panties is what they were.. Anyways, I snatched those panties up as fast as I could and booked it out of there.

So my friends, all of these examples must have something to do with my distaste for laundry. I have tried to buy fabric softeners that smell really good to try and entice me to enjoy the laundry process and that hasn't worked either. I can't wait until my girls are a little older than they will be in charge of their own laundry!

Now I feel like I need to put a couple of things out there so I don't sound like the worst mother of the year. There are a couple of things that I am good at. I make my bed every single day. I make dinner everyday and I always take a shower and get ready everyday. Ok, I feel better.

I'm not the worst homemaker out there, but I will admit my downfalls. Thankfully Jake is so helpful on his days off and we get back on top of it. I am lucky I have a sweet husband that will do stuff like that. Now if I was a smart girl I would go out and find some more black glittery panties and I bet Jake would do the laundry everyday for me. Muah ah ah ah!!