Laundry thoughts

I do a lot of laundry.  Or, I should.  With four kids, it’s very easy to fall behind very quickly.  I should be doing laundry right now, but it can wait a few more minutes.

I’m currently training Collin in how to do his own laundry.  He’s thirteen – at his age, I was doing my own, and helping out with the household laundry.  Granted, I hated it, which is why I’ve been so nice to my kids about it.  Well, that and they’re lousy at folding. 

I was trained to sort laundry by color and type.  Lights, darks, whites, delicates, towels, household.  Darks in cold, whites in hots, delicates with Woolite.   I gave lessons in the laundry room of my dorm my freshman year.  I was the only girl hand washing stuff as well.  And then I had a baby.  And another. 

These days, I’m not so picky about how my laundry is done, just that it’s done.  I wash everything in cold water and I own nothing that requires hand washing.  Even so, I still was dealing with too much laundry.  This year, I tried something new.  I bought the kids less clothes.  Less clothes equals less laundry, right? 

What I didn’t take into account is that my kids lose clothes.  I’m not sure how, since they take off all their clothes inside the house.  One would assume the clothing would still be in the house.  Before Christmas, I was doing laundry and packing for our trip to Josh’s parents, and discovered the boys were missing pants.  I went through the laundry room, no pants.  Checked their bedroom.  No pants.  Josh’s explanation is the same one he has for missing socks – the boys are eating their clothes.  Though this year, we aren’t missing any socks – they were all found under Sean’s bed.

I also tried to take into account that Maura and Miriam can go through multiple outfits in one day.  Miriam will change for dance class, then come home and put on a new outfit.  Maura just likes putting on different outfits.  I feel like I wash all their clothes and the next day, it’s all dirty again.  Or on the floor again because Maura has thrown everything out of the dresser…again. 

And now we’re going to attempt to potty train Maura.  Which means…yes…more laundry.  woohoo.

Someone once asked me what I’d do once the kids were all in school.  I said “I’ll catch up on laundry.”  So four kids are all somehow schooled, but I’m still behind on the laundry.  Which means I should stop blathering on about laundry and actually get my clothes in the washer.