“You do my laundry like once every 2 months, Mom.”

“That’s not true. I just did a load from your hamper last week.”

“Listen, Mom. I KNOW what’s true. You take FOREVER to wash my stuff.”

What’s sad is that I can’t really argue with Abby. Today I just happen to remember last week’s load. But I can’t tell you how much time passed between that load and the previous one.

And I don’t get it: I do some laundry every week. Usually 2-3 loads. And STILL my children complain of clothes that “disappeared” into the laundry room. And my husband runs out of underwear. My son runs out of shirts. Just counting up underwear, I can surmise that sometimes three weeks pass between washings of that particular item. How does this happen?

I’ve said before that mysterious things happen in laundry rooms. I think there’s solid evidence that socks transmogrify in the wash. Let’s review the facts: 1) Socks disappear in the dryer. 2) At the same time, dryer sheets multiply there. I always find 2-3 in every load that I fold, even though I never put in more than one.

Ergo: Socks must turn into dryer sheets.

(You can’t argue with the facts)

Today as I write, my background music is the washing machine spinning and sloshing. I’m making it my goal to get COMPLETELY caught up.

Then I’ll feel so proud of my accomplishment that I’ll want to take some time off from laundry, which will put me way behind again.

I’m nothing if not consistent in my lack of discipline.

PS I didn’t mention the thump-bump of my dryer because last month it finally thumped itself to death, and we had to replace the drum. I’m still getting used to the relative quiet.

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