I always think of the Frost poem when I do laundry:
And there are piles to go before I sleep.
Piles to go before I sleep.
Laundry has taught me many things:
Imaginary friends are real, seriously, because the amount of clothes I'm cleaning there are more than 4 people living in this household.
Clean clothes left on the floor long enough become dirty clothes, the dog has to cover up that laundry detergent smell somehow.
Children think wearing something once constitutes it as dirty, that is, until they start doing their own laundry.
Why buy a child a dresser when all the laundry stays on his bed until dirty.
There is a "5 second" rule to laundry, if you open the washer and the smell doesn't bring you to your knees, it's perfectly fine transferring the three day old laundry to the dryer.
When telling a child to do laundry you must include things like, "put detergent in" and "turn on the washing machine.
I seriously think a Mom came up with the concept of nudist colonies, a quick look at my body I'm fine with doing laundry as I continue folding.
The dryer is a magical Ground Hog place, you keep turning it on, forgetting the laundry, turning it on again, forgetting it again, turning it on again.
There is nothing sexier than watching a man fold laundry.
One of these days I'd love to say, "Dear Laundry, you're not attractive, I'm not doing you. Love Kelly."
What has laundry taught you?