Laundry is my nemesis...

It really is. Anyone who knows me knows this: I always (repeat, ALWAYS) have at least 3 load of laundry wrinkled and smashed into laundry baskets waiting to be folded/hung/rescued and at least 3 loads waiting to go into the washing machine.

I can keep a pretty clean house. I can manage life pretty well for our family of four. I can cook, feed a baby, answer emails, and learn a song all at the same time. But I cannot stay on top of the laundry situation.

I don't have a problem starting, sorting, even switching the loads over. The real trouble ensues on the back end. I think I honestly have some kind of mental block against the folding of laundry. IT'S JUST SO DANG BORING!

So then, when I finally get around to what has become a pile of clothes so large that it's nearing ceiling height, it takes me 2 hours to do the job. It's wrinkled. Bad. My back hurts from the folding and the carrying and the hanging.

So why, you might ask, do I not just fold/hang/put away the laundry as a single load is finished. The answer, my friend, is I DO NOT KNOW. I think there's something wrong with me.

My mother always tells me how much easier it would be if I Emily-Posted my way through laundry, not letting it pile up on me and staying on top of it. And I know this. Thank you, Mother. I am very aware as I am now buried underneath two tons of clean clothes.

Don't know why I am writing about this, except that maybe I need to hear that I am not the only one who fights the good fight, but usually loses, in the laundry battle.

I will conquer, one day, and I will write about it in all of my glory. But until then, I'll be here, writing about folding wrinkled clothes instead of actually doing it!