I had a crazy nightmare. I dreamed I was laying in bed and somebody kept dumping baskets of dirty laundry on me. I couldn’t move, I was frozen in place. Eventually, I couldn’t breath, slowly suffocating under dirty, stinkin’ clothes.
Hmmm, death by laundry! What a sad way to go. How would you interrupt that?
I have a few ideas. Maybe it was something I ate before bed, or maybe I feel overwhelmed by my domestic duties. Either way, I found it very interesting.
Having a family of five, laundry is one of those things I feel I can never get ahead of. I’ll wash every piece of laundry in the house, go back an hour later, and a mysterious pile of clothes has magically appeared in the floor of the laundry room.
My ten year old has the habit of trying on multiple outfits before school. If she doesn’t like it, she just tosses them into the dirty clothes instead of hanging them back up. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m on to her. I’m thinking of hanging her dirty clothes back up in her closet instead of washing them. That will get her attention after a few weeks. I’m kidding of course, but it would be a funny idea.
Oh the struggles of being a parent.