The chore which must not be named...

So I hate laundry.

Like, loathe laundry.

It's the "L word" in my vocabulary.

I would rather scrub a toilet than fold laundry and put it away.

I can get it from the laundry basket into the washer. And I can usually get it from the washer to the dryer before the mildew sets in.

But then the problems start for me.

The folding and the putting away.

I like to blame it on the fact that the bedrooms and bathrooms are upstairs while the laundry room is downstairs, but that just makes me sound lazy so I try not to use that one.

I debated even putting this on the blog because I don't want any potential birth moms who may be looking at the blog to get all freaked out thinking I can't do laundry. But then I thought to myself "Self, you are hoping for an open adoption. This hatred of the L word will not go unnoticed forever." So I figured I should just put it out there and hope that it is an endearing quality. Or at least something that helps a birth mom get to know me better. Also, I have no filter.

In my ideas of what hell is, it's a room full of laundry that has to be folded and put away but then the piles never get smaller.

Maybe my hatred of the L word dates back to when Jayson and I were first married and we were poor college students and he dyed all of my white clothes grayish blackish when he washed them after washing the bathroom rugs. Probably not. But I do like to tell that story because it makes Jayson squirm a little.

That's another thing about me, I really like to pester Jayson. I should probably save that for another blog post. He is such an easy going guy though! It really is fun to see how far you can push him before he gets annoyed. Ava has joined in on this with me. Which I enjoy even more.

But I digress. Back to the L word. I think that if I could organize laundry in the same way I organize my classroom, I wouldn't hate it so much. But really when it comes down to it, the job is never done. It's one of those things that unless you do your laundry in the nude, you are never really done. That would just be offensive. So I do my laundry fully clothed and never truly finish.

My nephew is currently into designing things. He is quite brilliant about it and creates pretty intricate blue prints for his designs. His most recent is a robot that "does jobs". These jobs consist of scanning clothes to decide if they are clean or dirty (he hates this chore), folding them, and then he is working on how to make it put them away. I love this kid! I already have an order in for one! I would be more that happy to test out a prototype.

I guess until then I am stuck doing it the "old fashioned way". Or, I could just go buy everyone a new pack of underwear and put it off for a couple more days...