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Only One New Year's Resolution

New Year's Resolutions have always been a big joke to me. Last year I resolved to not drink any coffee. I detest coffee.

But this year, I'm going to try one. Laundry is a huge issue for me. I don't enjoy it. Washing and drying is easy. Putting clothes into one machine and then into another is a simple quick task. I don't mind that. I only have to remind myself that my grandmother had to haul all the clothes outside and wash them by hand--she had 6 kids. However, after the dryer comes the problem. I'm usually looking for a shirt or jeans that I know is in the dryer because I washed them a few days before. After I pull all the clothes out of the dryer, Elizabeth finds me and gets all under my feet, so now I have to leave the pile to tend to her. After 5 or 6 loads, that makes quite a pile. It's hard to find 2 little baby socks in all that. It has gotten so bad that I put a box in the laundry room to put in clothes that I find that are too little for the kids. Sometimes it's so long between foldings that the children have outgrown clothes on the bottom of the pile. When I finally take the time to fold the clothes, the pile is waist deep and takes up the entire living room and the biggest portion of an otherwise great afternoon. I hate folding clothes. I like them to be in my drawers so that I can find them. I don't mind washing and drying them, but after that, I've got issues.

So this year, I'm going to do my best to fold clothes as I pull them from the dryer. This sound a bit type A, but if I can conquer this area of housework, I will feel like I have made a major accomplishment. Maybe socks and underwear will be easier to find.

Just so you will know, I don't, nor will I ever, match socks. I have 4 bins in the laundry room for everyone's socks We each have a bin that I drop our socks into. It's worked for about 2 years, so I'll be hanging onto to that organizational method.

Comments

SonyaS said…
Girl, I am the same way! I hate doing laundry!!!
Anonymous said…
Well... I sure messed your gig up. I thought I was helping early this morning by putting the dirty pile in the washer, the wet clothes in the dryer and the dried clothes in the basket by the dryer. Huh, how 'bout that.

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