• Airing my dirty laundry for all the world to see

    Date: 2011.05.19 | Category: homemaking, parenting | Tags: ,

    I have something to confess. I have a serious problem in our house. It’s the laundry. Piles and piles of laundry. Clean laundry. That languish in a heap until I run out of clothes or need the basket again. All the time.

    Right now? 9 loads of clean laundry.


    No exaggeration.

    Kids clothes, our clothes, towels, sheets, whites, darks and colors that fall in between.

    I have such good intentions. I tell myself- “I am going to put these away today. Before I go to bed.” As they come out of the dryer, warm and smelling fresh, I haul them up the stairs and lay them out on the bed so they won’t get wrinkled. And then several hours later when I realize it’s way past my bedtime, I go up to my room only to discover them there. Where they’ve been patiently waiting for me all day. Only I have forgotten. And now I’m just so tired.

    “Tomorrow,” I promise myself as I move them to the floor. “I’ll get to those tomorrow.”

    I spend nap time reading blogs about home management binders and household chore calendars. I set goals for myself to clean all of the floors on Tuesdays and the bathrooms on Fridays, but it never happens. I once set the goal for myself to do just one project a day- no matter how small. Wipe the walls by the kitchen table. Clear off the kitchen island. Clean the shower. That lasted about 3 days. And now nothing gets done again.

    When we’re expecting company there is always a flurry of activity in the hours preceding their arrival. Counters must be wiped clean, the dishwasher must be emptied, the toys must be picked up. But several hours or days later it’s like it never happened and once again, the house looks like a hurricane came through.

    I have a 2 and a half year old and a one year old. I work 3 days a week. In my down time I’d much rather read a good book or make a new pair of earrings and a bracelet to match than scrub a toilet. Or fold the laundry.

    We have a running joke that when we win the Lotto the first thing I will do is hire Alice from the Brady Bunch to move in. No 20 year old blonde Swedish girl for me. I want a kindly grandmother type- young enough to be energetic and old enough to be wise and patient. She wouldn’t be the nanny, although I might use her as such occasionally. She would plan the meals and do the grocery shopping and cook hearty breakfasts from scratch. She would clean the bathrooms and the kitchen. She would fold all of the clean laundry and put it way- hung by season and color in each of our respective closets. She would organize the incoming mail and keep my desk top free of paper piles. And she’d do it all with a smile.

    What would I be doing with all of my free time, I sometimes wonder? I don’t know, but I’d sure like to find out.