The Sixteen Stages of Folding Saturday Laundry

  1. Crap. I shouldn’t’ve been Facebooking all this time. I never did fold the laundry.
  2. Good lord. That pile is taller than I am. And there’s more in the dryer. Time-management FAIL.
  3. At least it’s mostly sheets.
  4. Sonofabeech! Two sheets, and now nothing but the girls’ tiny little socks. Omigod. I’m going to get carpal tunnel syndrome.
  5. Cheezis. These goddamn dryer sheets will stick to anything.
  6. More sheets! Yes.
  7. I just folded the HELL out of that king-size fitted.
  8. Oh, no. More kids’ clothes. How can they fit into pants this small? Are these actually doll clothes?
  9. Score – another set of sheets. Wait, isn’t that more sheets sets then we have beds? Wha? Are we taking in laundry for extra cash? Oh, wait, no. This is right. One set per bed.
  10. Is that the bottom of the laundry basket?! Yes! Almost doooooone.
  11. No. Just a white shirt.
  12. But there is the bottom! Sweet. Done. Only 22 minutes.
  13. And look: all the folded stuff fits in the basket to go back upstairs.
  14. Hell if I’m carrying it all upstairs tonight, though. And thank Tide that everyone else is asleep. Can’t put anything away tonight!
  15. Was that enough work to merit a drink? Naah.
  16. Oh, faack. I didn’t notice all these socks that fell on the floor. *sigh*

One thought on “The Sixteen Stages of Folding Saturday Laundry”

  1. Been there my friend. Little girl socks – nothing strikes more fear into a parent’s heart!!

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