I REALLY Don't Like Putting Clothes Away

I've mentioned it previously. I mention it again because I really, really, really don't like putting clothes away. I don't like doing it when I do laundry. I use to do all of my laundry on Sundays so that I could get it folded and ready to be put away sometime during the week, usually Wednesday while hubby was at Bible study. Since he's become unemployed he's been trying to help with the laundry. While I certainly appreciate the effort, he's thrown my routine out of whack. That 's a big deal since he only does laundry up to a certain point, that point being the dryer. For some reason I think he's convinced that once it goes into that machine it becomes my problem. Why he would feel this way I couldn't say-I've never, I promise you, ever demonstrated any particular affinity for that particular appliance. I've never demonstrated any affinity for any appliance except my dishwasher and we have a love-hate relationship at best.

It really seems like he's caused me more work since he started helping. I always waited until the end of the week to do laundry so that I could do full loads. I usually only did 4 loads-darks, whites, colors, and delicates. He doesn't do loads as full as mine so we wind up doing more loads. The reason he doesn't do full loads is because he brings one hamper down at a time, does the laundry in it then returns the empty hamper for a full one. This, I think increases the amount of laundry by 50%. I've yet to do a scientific study on the matter though so that's only my opinion. Now, don't get me wrong. I certainly appreciate his help and I don't want him to quit. I would just appreciate him much more if he would do a better, more effictive job.

The reason this blog is titled "I REALLY Don't Like Putting Clothes Away" and the reason I just went completely off about laundry, is that I just spent and entire hour sorting through clothes that were piled up in my bedroom. I'd gotten the boys warm weather clothes out of the attic last week and they'd been piled up waiting for my attention along with the forty or so loads of clothes that have been done this week and piled up on the carpet. (I might be exaggerating with that number but only mildly.) In all that time, all I got accomplished was putting my clothes away, piling hubby's up so that he can put his own away-I'm not his maid or his mother-(Before you all think I'm a horrible wife/mother, let me assure you that he would do the same to me. I've actually folded laundry and put it on the bed so he'd have to put it away only to find when I've gone to bed that he's put his away and left mine piled on the bed. That is extremely irritating.) and got my punks' laundry on hangers and folded into laundry baskets and put in their rooms to be stored appropriately tomorrow or Thursday or whenever I get to it. I did get their winter duds, for the most part, put away. Hopefully, now they'll not have to run around at Mommaw's in sweat pants and fleece tops in 80 degree weather. (I don't think I've ever actually done that too them, I tend to underdress them more than overdress them but I wouldn't actually be surprised if someone was able to produce a photo of them in parka's in the middle of June.)

Anyway, I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY don't like putting clothes away.

What I don't dislike are the mushrooms I made yesterday. They were fantastic. The recipe was posted on here last week. The hubby and I put away about 3 dozen of them yesterday and today, and I have been nothing but happy about my part in that. I also love chimichangas and I had those today at Toro Loco instead of the Jambalaya Pasta I'd planned on making. We were invited to go out with some folks from church so we did. I kind of regret not making the pasta though. I really look forward to having it tomorrow, unless I don't feel like making it when I come home. I also REALLY, REALLY don't like Mondays. Having chimichangas is never a bad idea though.