washing

i like doing the laundry. kinda. i like loading up the machine, putting in the powder and softener, figuring out what water level it needs, and i love the smell when it comes out. fresh laundry smells so good. and it smells good after it comes in off the line too.

but therein lies the 'kinda'. i do not like hanging out washing.

big items like shirts and pants are fine, but socks.... i detest hanging out socks. i dont know what it is. i dont think its just because they're small, because hanging other underwear doesnt bother me, and neither do my son's clothes. just socks. and there are always so many socks. especially my kid's socks. there always seem to be far more than he's worn since the last wash.

sometimes im tempted to separate the wash before i hang it out, into 'underwear' and 'everything else' and put the underwear in the dryer, just so i dont have to hang it out.

actually, i did this once, but i had a good reason. our clothesline is broken, and has a habit of collapsing if more than 2 strings (on each side) are used.. so i was hanging the wash on the stand inside, and there wasnt enough room for everything - not to mention the fact that it takes FOREVER to dry inside. so i hung what i could, big items, and tossed everything else in the dryer so we would at least have clean underwear.

and there might be a dead bee on the grass just outside the door. and i dont know where my shoes are. and i dont want my kid outside right now. and my back nad wrists hurts to carry the washing basket.



quit complaining kaeus. be thankful its a sunny day, and the washing will get dry; and that God has given you strength to carry a basket full of wet washing; and you live in a house where you actually have the option of line drying; and your feet are hard enough from never wearing shoes that a bee sting wont hurt TOO much, not to mention you arent allergic.