And money on soap

The laundry is my job. As far as chores go, it’s a fine one to have. I mostly don’t mind doing it, really, it’s just that it’s never finished. For example, this weekend I did approximately seventy-five loads of laundry. I sorted it, washed & dried it, folded and hung it up. When it was delivered to its respective drawer or closet, I turned to discover approximately eight more loads had grown up in its place.

I have since decided that everyone in my house will select one outfit for the week. One shirt, one pant/short, one pair of underwear. I will allow two socks. My Honey misunderstood. He thought he could have both a work and a casual outfit, but no. I suggest he decide which one is more important and go with that. I also suggest he choose dark colors to hide the dirt. The Bandit is totally with the program. I can’t get him to wear underwear or socks over half the time anyway.

The big problem is going to be with Sassy. She wears a minimum of three outfits a day. If she even looks at an item of clothing, it is deemed dirty and thrown on the floor.  I do, by far, more of Sassy’s laundry than anyone elses.

I have the least. Coincidence? Doubtful.

I’m not trying to be selfish. I’m doing this for the planet. Think how much water I’m going to save.