The Bane of my Existence.

There is something I’ve been forced to do since I was about 19 years old. They keep me busy almost every day. I have to have them for my kids and husband or I’ll get in trouble, but they keep disappearing or not coming clean. They make me spend a lot of time and money and the kids keep growing, so they keep changing. They are the Bane of my Existence and they are clothes!

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Myself and Emily

There is ALWAYS laundry waiting. Since he works in construction, my husband goes through at least a couple shirts a day and a pair of pants every other day. Chance, my special needs child, who still wears diapers at 16 years old,  usually has a bed pad, 2 pairs of pants and at least one shirt every day. And my daughter, who is 12 and quickly turning into a teenager, needs bras, dresses, pants, blouses, and lots of underpants.

Oh, and socks, socks, socks! Don’t get me started on socks! They need to be matched, but I always end up with about 5 unpaired socks every time I fold clothes! Where the other ones disappear to, I don’t know.

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Running

My closet, a walk-in with tons of space, is bursting with clothes, yet I can never find anything to wear. Either they are not appropriate for the situation, too big or too small or totally out of date. I have some clothes that are 25+ years old.

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My photo on a T-shirt

It’s not so much the washing of clothes that I hate, it’s the folding and putting away that sucks. I let several loads build up, sit on my bed and watch TV while I fold. That takes a couple of hours. Then I have to try to find space to put them away in my bulging closet or, even worse, the over filled drawers.
I know this is a first world problem and I should be happy not to have to use a washing board with water carried from a river and heated over a fire,  or having to go to a laundromat (which I have in the past), but it’s all relative. Right?

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