The other night when I got sick, I just couldn't stand to be in the bed anymore so I moved to the couch where I could watch some Daily Show while I died from jparks' monkey disease. The only problem is that the couch looked like this:
Okay, so that picture is a month old but my couch still looks exactly like that but with fresher laundry.
I'm not sure how much laundry a family of three usually produces but I feel like us Parkses definitely excel at this task. We average two loads a day and holy hell, that can't be normal.
I wish I were better about putting away the laundry so I could actually enjoy the couch but it's just not happening. When we were in California I was a little better about it since we had a tv in our bedroom and tv will motivate me to do just about anything. Smear zombie guts all over myself? Can I watch Gossip Girl while I do it? Then yes, sign me up! Mental note: next move be sure to measure bedroom for tv capabilities.
So our two daily loads end up in a pile on the couch and sit there until Tuesdays when I do a mad dash of a pre-clean because the real cleaners come on Wednesdays. And even then the cleaners still eye my slightly downsized pile and ask if they should just clean around it. Yes, just scoot my large pile of shame to one side please!
When I relocated to the couch early Sunday morning I burrowed under the clean clothes and settled in to watch the Daily Show. I was in no way comfortable yet I have made no extra effort to clear the couch this week. The only solution seems to be to make less laundry but I see no way to do that unless we become nudists. I wonder if the cost of sending all our clothes to a wash and fold laundromat would be cheaper than Tru's future therapy bills for having nudist parents. Probably. I think my decision has been made.
For the record, I think I whine about laundry at least once every year. It's a tradition! Yes, you are experiencing deja vue!