I check my supplies for the third time. Sturdy boots, several days' worth of food and water, first-aid kit, rifle, GPS device -- check.
It's time to go into... the laundry room.
I don't make this trip lightly. The room's cavernous depths have already claimed thousands of favorite shirts and exactly half of all of our socks. Mists rise from its valleys. Predators roam its hills. Treacherous pits of used fabric softener sheets await the unwary.
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I haven't been looking in anyone else's laundry room. I can't see past mine.
I did, in fact, spend about three hours last night watching movies and folding clothes, just because I was irrationally convinced that my youngest did too own more than three pairs of shorts.
Our biggest problem (besides motivation) is not getting rid of clothes that don't fit or can't be worn. They get pulled out, tried on ("Oh yeah, that's the one with the tar on the front") and dropped to the floor where they get sucked back into the laundry cycle and washed eight or nine more times without ever being put on.
Mrs. M - I've started several! I do have the one I worked on in last year's National Novel Writing Month that I'm still poking at. There's always the dream...
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Here's the one that always gets me. I have one pair of jeans that is just simply too big for me. It looks like all the rest of my jeans and has somehow lost the tag in the waistband that tells what size it is.
Invariably, once every two weeks, I end up getting them out of the chest of drawers and putting them on before I head out. They hang on my rotund frame pretty well, for about 20 minutes and then they start to head for the floor. Usually, they will wait until I'm in the grocery store or at work and have both of my hands full with something.
For a couple of minutes they'll look like I'm going for that age-old hip hop look and then they decide to race me. Can I put down what I have in my hands fast enough to catch them before gravity fully pantses me? They haven't beaten me in public yet, but it's only a matter of time.
So then, constantly hiking my pants up in a vain effort to stave off a terminal case of plumber's crack, I dash on home. Let the jeans fall off and kick them into the corner of the bedroom. I put on a different pair and go back out into the world.
Then my wife comes home and decides to tidy up a bit. The jeans go back into the dirty clothes hamper and a week later, I toss them into the washer and dryer. They get cleaned and shrink up just a bit, enough to camouflage them to look just like the jeans that fit. They get folded up and put back in the drawer, waiting, waiting for their next chance at stardom.
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I'm not sure whether to laugh or be very, very, disturbed! I think both! *is such an anti-clutter and regular chore freak*
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I fold our clothes in the living room. The couches and coffee table are perfect for the piles. However while they do get folded they never end up getting put away. As a result all of our drawers are empty and the living room is basically a giant walk in closet. And because it is so convenient the cycle continues.
AJ
Oh yes and I laughed so hard I spewed water out of my nose.
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Here's my BF's reply to Chris's article, which I sent her.
quote:Kira, I can't imagine why you thought of me. I would elaborate, but I lost the dog under a pile of never worn clothes and must go extricate him. If you don't hear from me in the next few days, send help. -Cara
Chris, what about a compilation of your columns? It's already mostly written and I'd buy it.
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tehehehe - loved it - reminds me of my student days when we'd wear everything we owned and then either have to wash by hand in the bath or walk with a suitcase to the laundry
I adore living with my Mum - She won't let anyone else use the washing machine since my Dad washed all my brothers clothes and shrunk them all - when she was in hospital having me - I'm 35 this December.
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