Thursday, January 26, 2012

Failure at Laundry

I'm kind of a failure at laundry, which is a shame because it's one of the only chores that is uniquely mine. Brandon hates it. Acts like he's allergic to it. That's fine, because I don't mind doing it at all. I'd much rather do laundry than dishes. Brandon would rather do dishes. Match made in Heaven.

The problem I have is that I can't ever seem to do laundry on time. I can put the clothes in the washer and when it turns off switch them to the dryer. Then the manage to sit in the dryer for... days? An unspecified number of days. Then of course they are completely wrinkled beyond all repair, which only leads me to dry them again, then try to iron and still end up having wrinkles in all of our clothes.

I love Brooklyn's clothes because right now they're too small to get wrinkled. They just are... existential. That's it- babies clothes are extremely existential.

My clothes and Brandon's clothes however, have wrinkles imbedded in them. Irons are useless. I have one, but I'm convinced it doesn't work. I must be doing something wrong, because when I try to iron khaki pants I feel like I'm in a Chaplin film. I iron the back of leg one, back of leg two, turn over the pants and iron the front of leg one, and back of leg one. Should be good to go, right? Wrong. Immediately after I turn the pants over it's like the wrinkles just stick their tongue out at me and return to exactly where they were before. I promise you the most successful that iron is ever going to be is if someone breaks into the house when I'm doing laundry. I'm not afraid to hit some burglar upside the head, I tell you that much.

So, like with most things that I am not good at, I hate ironing. So I'm trying to do something else to keep my clothes from looking like I slept in them for days on end. And guess what I've learned in the process? I've been folding my clothes wrong my entire life. I fold my shirts in half hot-dog style and then in half hamburger style. And now I hear you're supposed to fold the sleeves under and then fold them so that there's no crease on the logo of the shirt. Hmm. Makes sense. Also you're supposed to hang up fancy pants folded in half along the iron crease. I don't exactly know how to do that since there are no iron creases in our pants (see previous paragraph).

It's ironic that I'm taking the time to write this now, because there's a pile of whites waiting to be folded. Guess I better get back to work.

1 comment:

  1. We have an iron but I don't use it. Ever. I hate ironing with a passion. Least. Favorite. Chore. Brandon is sweet enough that if I ever need anything ironed he will do it for me. Thus he also irons his own clothes. :) I am sure he is thankful he married such a great (soon to be) homemaker. Ha.