Death by laundry…

Dirty laundry (the literal kind) is the bane of my existence.  I don’t know where it all comes from but it seems to breed like some kind of evil comic-book fungus.  Occasionally I find actual fungus, if I manage to get somewhere near the dark, dank depths of the lower reaches of my laundry basket. Since I had kids I swear I spend at least 86% of  my waking hours washing, drying and sorting clothes.  For little people, with miniature clothes, they sure do create a lot of work.  Recently I was forced to declare a Category 9 laundry disaster, as even my overflow laundry basket (known as “the bath” by Alpha Mummies) was full.  The stuff of nightmares.  Tempting as it was to toss a match in, burn the lot and buy new clothes, I’m fairly broke and hate shopping, and therefore I was forced to spend a whole weekend washing and drying clothes.  Woo yeah.  Please note I didn’t iron any of the clean clothes (I don’t even own an iron, in fact), nor did I actually manage to put any of the clothes away.  They are, however, folded in multiple neat piles around the house on any available horizontal surface.  I doubt any of them will actually make it to wardrobes/drawers before they re-enter the laundry merry-go-round.

A more cavalier kind of person would declare, at this point, that they would never again let their laundry situation get so out of hand.  However, I am Beta Mummy and I am the kind of person that genuinely takes a photo for Instagram when they reach the bottom of their laundry basket because it’s such an unusual occurrence.  Therefore I think it’s fairly safe to say that it’s only a matter of time until I visit IKEA to buy some new, larger baskets…

 

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  • Francesca Harrap 01/05/2018 at 7:48 am

    Im in the exactly the same state and my baby is only 6 months old. God only knows what state I’ll get in when i have to go back to work!

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