I love to cook, sew, mop, dust, bake, organize, and sweep.
I don’t mind vacuuming, doing the dishes, scrubbing, sweeping, or taking out the trash.
I hate doing the laundry.
I’m not kidding. You may think I’m kidding, and if so I am honored that you would consider me so domestic as to be incapable of loathing a household chore, but I’m not. Here is proof positive that laundry is nothing if not my arch enemy:
With no room left, clothes have crept their way through the rest of our house. Like the bathroom.
They’ve strewn themselves all over the chair in our bedroom.
And some have found a home next to my dresser.
You may think, “Wow, she’s being pretty open about the more-than-slightly embarrassing state of her house.” And this is true. But the reason I’m sharing so willingly is because I don’t care. Well, I didn’t care, until last night.
Last night I was commenting to Dan about how low I’m running on clean clothes to wear and how maybe the laundry should “get done” (how’s that for passive voice?). The man is a saint, mind you, and he has done much much much more than his share of laundry since the beginning of our marriage*(see note). But apparently even saints have their limits.
Me: “What do you mean by that?”
Dan: “Well, I haven’t done the laundry because I want to see how long until you would break down and do it.”
Me: (with a hint of raised voice) “Oh it’s really that bad is it?!”
I used to not care, but now the battle lines have be drawn.
My apathy has turned into pride at the growing mountains of clothing collecting around our apartment. I will hold out until my shoulders are swallowed up by a 4 foot tide of dirty linens. I will ignore the extent to which I miss that “spring rain” scent on my clothes. I will bust out those bottom-of-the-drawer clothes and wear them with pride, for I truly, plainly, undeniably hate laundry.
*Note: In an attempt to win Dan’s heart sophomore year of college, I actually did his laundry all year. and patched it. and removed stains. and folded it. Greater love has no one than this, I tell you.