laundry gremlins

I woke up this morning, rubbed my eyes, rolled clumsily out of bed and stumbled down towards the bathroom, shock, amazement, disbelief. WHAT IS THIS SHIT??? A giant laundry monster had entered the house and was threatening to take over. When on Earth had this happened? I couldn't recall a giant laundry pile being there before I went to bed...
So, this was something that needed to be dealt with swiftly, and also, before any of my extremely patient housemates realised they were sick of living with the laziest girl alive. I'm lazier than you're actually thinking I am now, I mean, it's one thing to let the laundry build up because I mean, who has the time or the inclination to do laundry...
I do.
I have both of those things.
I've been on holidays for two weeks, this is the time when laundry should be most up to date, but worse still, laundry is actually something I enjoy doing. It makes me happy... so why did this happen? HOW did this happen?
I'm still not sure, but 7 loads later and the problem had been solv-ed.






Dear Laundry

i love you
I fell out of bed this morning and into a oversized pile of clothes and towels that seemed to have enveloped my entire back foyer, bathroom/laundry area. This was perplexing because until this very moment I had not comprehended the actual severity of the situation; this made things worse, because i realised... I hadn't miss you.
This was an odd sensation because I know that I love you, so how did I not notice your absence in my life? When did we become one of those couples that can go days without talking? hanging out?
It hit me like the car hit my puppy; Laundry, you and I haven't been hanging out as much as we should... I mean, I don't even know how I've held out this long, why wasn't there an underwear crisis as a warning?
So I spent today with you and it was marvelous. You make my days brighter, you fill my life with sunshine. When I'm with you the doors to my soul fly open and I dance around the house with such purpose and meaning, I think I could be the perfect stepford wife if I married you.
You, puppy and I all in the backyard enjoying the sunshine, reading a book, waiting for the clothes to dry.
There's always music when I'm with you, like our love has a soundtrack. It's hard to pin-point what exactly it is about you that I love, the one thing I know though, is when I lie down in bed after spending a day with you there is always sunshine in my sheets, and I know you put it there.
I empty my hamper into your tub and watch our lives spin dry together, and my tumble drier tummy spins too;

Just at the thought of you.
(L)