Laundry—right?
If you’re sick—there’s laundry.
If you’re sad—there’s laundry.
If you’re broke –there’s laundry.
If you’re happy—there’s laundry.
If you were to win an Oscar, or a Tony, or an Emmy—There would be laundry.
If you were to win the Nobel Peace Prize—there would be laundry.
Even if you’re in the hospital—there’s laundry.
Even on the day you’ll be buried—there will be laundry!
On your birthday, your wedding day, the day your baby is born, the day your other baby is born, when you go on vacation, and of course, when you get home from vacation—there’s laundry!
As soon as it seems to be done, there’s more of it. You can never catch up and you certainly can’t get ahead of it. That’s absolutely impossible.
Because that’s how my life seems to me. And I’m only one person.
I often wonder about multiple-person households—how do they keep up with laundry? Do they accumulate mountains of the stuff and then do nothing but wash clothes day and night for a weekend?
I remember my Mom doing a lot of laundry—there were 8 kids in my family, Mom and Dad, and my Grandpa, too. I remember putting clothes down the laundry chute and an enormous pile of laundry accumulating in the basement. I often helped Mom with the laundry. Here’s the kicker—she had a wringer washer for the longest time. This meant that all of the clothes were first sorted by color, then went into the laundry tub which was then filled with a hose. The washer was turned on for a specific time period, and then I ( or another sister or brother) would go to the basement and help. Our help entailed doing one of several jobs—handing Mom clothes from the wash tub which she then put through the wringer so they could plop into a tub of clean water to rinse and then fishing the clothes out of the water-filled rinse to go back through the wringer. Doing a load of laundry was a time-consuming and difficult task. I’m sure she had to do laundry every day. I wonder if there weren’t days when she wished she could just throw all the clothes away, and just go and buy us all new things to wear.
Somedays, I despair of ever being caught up with my laundry. In reality, it’s not even a goal anymore. The only way to get away from laundry, I guess is to go on to our heavenly reward. Wouldn’t it be funny if there were laundromats in heaven?
I swear there’s more laundry now that Michael’s retired. When he worked it was shirts and ties. Everything went to the dry cleaner. I hear you!
You could join a nudist colony and then you only need a beach towel to sit on when you were out and about within that community. Lots less laundry.
My thoughts too.
I enjoyed reading this and found it quite humorous but true. It’s hard to imagine how hard people worked with wringer washers and hanging clothes outside to dry. We’ve come a long way but it’s still a challenge to keep up with it. Well written.
My grandmother had a wringer machine. Hard work. She also made bars of brown soap that scrubbed out every stain on the clothes. More hard work. Even though laundry never ends, it’s a lot easier nowadays. As always enjoyed your blog, Kathy.
So true! Laundry is a task that just keeps multiplying.
You are correct, Kathy. There will always be laundry and two people can rack up a lot of it. I thought when my four children went on their own there would not be as much-wrong!