Laundry :: The Never Ending Bane of a Mom’s Existence


I am definitely not here to offer any tips or tricks for making the doing of laundry any more beautiful or bright. The truth of the matter for all of us is we all have laundry to do, all of the time. It’s not pretty. It’s not beautiful. And it’s not glamorous.


I have a relatively small family. There are five of us living in our home. If we don’t include dirty towels or sheets that got peed on, then every day, we wear five shirts, five pairs of underwear, socks, and pants. And every night, we wear five sets of pajamas.

So every day, we have 30 items to wash.

Of course, that’s assuming no one spilled food or paint all over themselves (which pretty much happens hourly around here.)

Then, after the washing and drying comes the part I REALLY HATE…the folding and putting away.

I guess it’s not so much that I hate folding or putting away laundry. It’s that I just have so many other things I want to get done. I feel absolutely justified in waiting on the laundry and writing a paper or working on lesson plans instead.  It’s not a problem for me to push laundry aside for later so I can play a board game with my kids. There’s nothing better than putting the laundry off until tomorrow when a friend wants to hang out today.

You see, the thing is, I like to do things that can be finished. When I can mark a task off my list, I feel great.

But, laundry?

It’s never, ever going to be done.

Even if I fold and put away all the clean clothes, I still have to look around me and realize that my family represents MORE items that are dirty and are just waiting to become the next mound of undone laundry.

All I can say at this point is, I can’t wait for summer when I can steal all the kids’ socks again. 

Hooray for crocks, sandals, and flip-flops! Hooray for only 20 dirty things a day! To heck with that…HOORAY for SWIMSUIT days!

Laundry Success