Does anyone else out there dislike having to do the laundry?
I’ve been married for almost a year now, doing the laundry on my own, and you know what I’ve noticed? The laundry never goes away. No matter how long I wait. No matter how much homework I have (or don’t have). No matter how many times I finish the laundry, the laundry always comes back. And when I finish it, it comes back again.
You know I’ve also noticed that I seem to be able to keep my home decluttered and my kitchen clean.
But laundry? No, I don’t have time for laundry. Here. Enjoy a Cari La Tour original poem I like to call “The Laundry Blues”:
When my laundry creeps out of its bin,
I tell it I’ll never give in.
Then it screams and it kicks,
and I look for a fix,
But I’m out of socks—laundry wins.