120 loads

I guess it's only approriate that my first post be about laundry. I have no idea how 5 people make So Much Laundry. It's not like we have costume changes between each scene during the day. Where does it all come from? In some respects laundry is easy and doing it gives a sense of accomplishment. On the other hand, it just never ends. Like running in a little hamster wheel. You never get anywhere.

I have a laundry chute - one of the reasons that I wanted to buy this house. (It sure wasn't because of the the avacodo scultured carpet or topical wallpaper in the kitchen that was SO COOL in the 70's.) Opening the laundry chute is an adventure in itself. You never know how much a "chunk" is going to come flying out at you. Since it's been compressed in the chute, it comes out in a long square chunk (much like a square turd, if you will). You try to catch it all, but sometimes the "turd" is too long for your arms and it ends up overflowing all over the floor.

So, I get to the bottom of my extra-large Costco-sized box of Gain only to realize that I've done another 120 loads of laundry. 120 frickin' loads of laundry. I find that to be such a depressing thought - how much of my life have I wasted down in the basement sorting, washing, moving to dryer, hanging and folding?

Lather. rinse. repeat.

And exactly who appreciates it? Another rant for another post.