Do people really have "laundry day"? Really? Do they?
I find it very hard to believe, as my "laundry day" falls on....oh...every day. 2 loads a day. Sometimes 3.
Not even kidding...sadly.
I really don't mind laundry. really, I don't. There's just so much of it. so. much. It laughs at me, I really think it does.
My washer and dryer hate me. Now that I know as a fact. I hear them whispering to each other, plotting my demise.
All I'm trying to say is that I do alot of laundry. a.lot.
I'm tired of seeing the same shirts and jeans and towels and socks and underwear over and over and over.
But I am grateful that we have clothes to wash. I suppose. I have to say that, right?
No really, I am.
Okay, I'm totally stalling. The floor of my bedroom looks something like this:
Fine, I'm going.
Wow, my washer literally just beeped at me that yet another load is ready to be dried. Ugghhh...I hear you dude! Just shut up!