Well, here it is...my first "Keepin' It Real" post - where I'm going to air a little bit of my 'dirty laundry' to you...and this time, I mean that literally!
Laundry has always been (well, at least since I've had kids) this monster that I can never seem to tame. I always have mountains of laundry somewhere...sometimes it's dirty, sometimes it's clean, but it's usually piled somewhere.
(Now, let me reiterate - the point of these posts is giving you a glimpse of the 'real' me, which is, admittedly, hopelessly flawed. One might ask why I would do this. It's because there are things is my life of which I am ashamed and would love to keep hidden from anyone's knowledge so that they will not think less of me. However, I've discovered that to some degree, most of these things keeps me bound in some way. So, in order to remove any hold that they have, I'm just gonna drag 'em on out into the light, for all the blog-world to see! And, hopefully in the process, make you feel a little better about whatever your struggles are, as we all have our own 'issues'!)
So, as I was saying... Laundry - it's always lurking behind the closed doors in my house. Actually, I can keep up with my own personal laundry, and Kate and I either combine ours, or she does her own, as does Todd. So really, it's the boys' laundry that just overwhelms me. There are just so many little socks and boxer shorts and grass-stained jeans! And when the boys 'clean' their room, everything gets jam-packed into one tiny hamper, which seems to vacuum-pack it all. (And when I say everything, I mean everything...last week I pulled a Nerf football out of the basket that I was loading into the washer!) The result of that is that I rarely actually get to the bottom of the hamper...the clothes on top tend to just keep getting re-washed and worn. (So if you seem to see my kids in the same clothes over and over, you now know why!) However, last weekend, I finally got caught up (well, mostly anyway) on all the laundry in the house. There are still a few baskets of clean stuff to be folded, but the only stuff in the hampers at this point (to my knowledge!) is what has accumulated since Sunday.
The real 'shame' in this post is what I must here admit: when I got to the last load of the boys laundry - the stuff that had been vacuum-packed in the bottom of the hamper - included a few final shorts and tank tops! Yes, it's true...that shows just how long it's been since I made it all the way to the bottom.
Todd was somewhat appalled when I told him. He just can't imagine what my problem is, I guess. He's often mentioned to me how "growing up, his Mom always had a 'laundry day' when all the laundry got done that day, every week...". That's seems like a great plan. Really it does. I don't know if it's my own retardation or if it's the sheer number of people and things I'm responsible for the care of, but laundry just simply takes a backseat here. If everyone in the house has something clean to wear, there's a clean towel for everyone, I'm movin' on. Admittedly, they may have to dig a clean pair of jeans out of a washbasket still sitting in the laundry room waiting to be folded, but the fact is that there are generally more important and pressing things to be done! No one's going to die or flunk the third grade if I don't get every last t-shirt washed this week...or next, apparently! :) So, while I really am trying to get better at this...I just have to be okay with not beating myself up over it. And now you know...should you peek behind my closed laundry or bedroom doors, this is the reality of what you might find.
Hey, I'm just keepin' it real.