Oh, the sound of laundry, it just makes you want to cringe. At least it makes me want to cringe. I was never a fan, but I really began to dislike it when I had to start doing the kids’ cloths. Man, all those little shirts and underwear…they take forever to put away!
That being said, for some reason, changing the bedding is really something I drag my feet on. I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m lifting heavy weight or racking my brain to find a cure for cancer. It really doesn’t even take that long. But, for some reason, I really hate to do it.
Does anyone else feel this way, or is it just me being a baby? I know it’s mostly me being baby, for sure. But does anyone out there have similar feelings?
It’s the whole act, pulling the covers off, balling them up, hoping they all wash and fully dry. Then having to pull the sheets on…often times, for some reason, the sheets are a VERY tight fit. Then you have multiple blanket levels in my house to contend with. And forget about all the animals, pillow pets, assorted misplaced toys, etc. on the kids beds. There’s hardly anywhere else to put all the stuff coming off those beds. It’s like a clown car for kid paraphernalia! It’s amazing how normal the beds look before and after you make the beds.
I don’t know, it’s probably just me. But…I’m just saying…bedding laundry is just not my cup of tea. But it gets done anyway, darnit! You betcha I’m an American hero.