Mountains of Laundry

I hate doing laundry. I’m not one of those totally undomesticated females for I do love to cook. I will clean if I must. But laundry is my nemesis and nothing, absolutely nothing except running out of underwear actually motivates me to do a load of laundry. In college I owned hundreds of pairs of underwear limiting the necessity of doing laundry to once a quarter. I would throw a few select pieces of clothing in my college boyfriends basket and this extended the not doing laundry period by even a few more weeks. These days the fiancé usually does the laundry but we have been extremely busy lately. Our dirty clothes were crammed into the closet and were starting to sneak out. I would walk downstairs, look down and see that an extra sock had stuck itself to the bottom of my shoe in an honorable attempt to escape from the mountain of laundry. Both the fiancé and I realized something must be done to fix this situation. He needed to do the laundry.

The fiance worked from home yesterday. Nothing like getting up at 6:45am, showering, getting pretty and looking over and see your beloved still lounging in bed. I’ll admit at that moment I hated him and his flexible job. When I got home last night, all that jealously evaporated because he had done load, after load, after load of laundry. We suspect from the smell it was omitting last night that he might have killed our dryer from running it continuously for 8 hours. I had the unimaginable luxury when I got up this morning of a whole lovely closet full of clothes to choose from. I picked out one of my favorite shirts to wear that hadn’t been clean for a good 6 months.

I walked into work this morning to the following email from the fiancé: “I’m going to do laundry all the time if you’re going to look that cute everyday.” Wow. I just hit the laundry jackpot. I won’t do laundry but I can definitely do cute.