Saturday, May 06, 2006
Okay. . . so laundry and I haven't been getting along lately. We used to be friends. Once upon a time I actually enjoyed her. But lately, she's become quite cruel and our friendship is no longer what it used to be. You can't say I haven't tried. But the mountains of stinky, dirty stuff keep piling up everywhere. And no matter how often I try and switch her loads, she keeps getting mildewy and stinky. And I get up early and try and fold her and put her away. But the kids knock down her pretty piles and she never makes it on the hangers and the wrinkles come. . . oh those wretched wrinkles. And it never fails, as soon as the kids are all dressed in fresh, clean clothes they spill on her and roll around in the mud and spit up and poop on her. And I'm afraid laundry has become angry with me. And I love you laundry, I do, but your anger has gotten out of control and it's going to take drastic measures to make us friends again.
So that's why I took you to the laundromat today. It wasn't to punish you or me. It was in a desperate attempt to make things happy again. And those 50 lb. washing machines and dryers were so big and pretty and they did the job so fast. Four hampers full of crusty, filthy clothes were spotless in twenty minutes. And forty minutes later, all of you was warm and dry and fabric softener fresh. And in three hours I had washed, dried and folded a week's worth of you, as well as completed the grocery shopping. And for once in a very long time, we were both happy and the job was complete. And I've decided, as much as I love you Laundry, I love the Laundromat more. And at least for a little while, I will let you pile up during the week and save myself the torment of daily running up and down the stairs, gathering and carrying and dragging you around. And I will ignore you and be with my children and then, on Saturday we will have a date, you and I, at the Laundromat, where everything will be made right again and you and I will go home happy and at peace with each other. Yes. . . that is what we're going to do. We will survive this, Laundry. I promise. Things are going to get better but first, they are going to get a whole lot worse and I think this is the only way we will ever survive. Hang in there Laundry. . . hang in there. . .let me just find some hangers first.
posted by Shana # 10:00 AM 
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