I Need a Laundry Fairy

I’d like to preface this blog with the fact that yes, my mother taught me better than this but yes, I fail miserably in this area. Please don’t judge her.  Yes, you can judge me but confession is good for the soul.

A couple of years ago I wrote a blog about how coaches should come with warning labels. One label I forgot is probably one of the most important. Coaches come with laundry. A LOT OF LAUNDRY. OH MY GOODNESS THE AMOUNT OF LAUNDRY!!!! We are going into my coach’s twentieth season and each year I’m still amazed that the laundry at my house is NEVER done.  Just when I think I’ve got it all done and the laundry hamper is empty, in he walks with his bag and another load of laundry. Thanks to the crazy practice and school schedule my coach changes clothes at least four times a day.  Sometimes there’s a fifth change if we are going out to dinner or to a school function. 

It’s insane the amount of laundry that he generates on a daily/weekly basis. The worst of it is how much I HATE doing laundry.  I’ve never been a fan of the task and my loathing seem to grow every football season. You can ask my mother.  Growing up, I’d rather clean the bathroom than help with the laundry. Same holds true today. I don’t know what it is about it, but I just don’t like it.  Last year we had to buy a new washer and dryer so I made sure I had a bigger one thinking I’d get it done faster. Well, the laundry gods were not in my favor.  It may be bigger but somehow the words energy efficient makes it ten times slower. So the agony has increased and the amount of time doing it has doubled or tripled.

There’s not a part of laundry I like. I hate to sort it. I hate to wash it. Putting it in the dryer is a pain. Folding it seems to take forever. Then there’s the putting it away.  That’s where it’s the worst!  At our house we have a bad habit of folding it and then just leaving it on the guest bed.  It seems the guest bed has become our other closet.  On more than one occasion when we’ve had surprise overnight guests, we’ve been known to take the piles and put them back in the laundry basket and then stash the basket as the guests are walking in the door.

For a while I tried to convince myself that doing laundry on Saturdays while watching college football was the way to take my mind of the tediousness of the job.  However, I found that if my team was in a tight game I’d forget what I was doing and get consumed by the game. I also found that if my team was doing poorly my clothes weren’t treated as well as they could be and that I was most likely adding wrinkles by twisting the shirt in my hands rather than properly folding it. So much for that idea.

Many girls dream of a fairy godmother. I dream of a laundry fairy. I need someone or something to come and wave her magic wand and sort, wash, dry, fold and put away my laundry.  I don’t think I’m asking much.  Just once in my life I’d like to go more than an hour without any clothes in the laundry hamper.

Cheering you on,
Laurel