Laundryitis.
I suffer from this.
I never thought I would but I do. So now I’m like an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.
If you’re not familiar with this syndrome, it may happen to tired moms and dads, or college students. It can happen to anyone really, but the judgement seems to be worse when you’re a mom I guess. You’re supposed to have it all together. At least that’s what Facebook people appear to do … have it together.
But I don’t. I’m a mess in progress.
I suffer from Laundryitis … you know, when you wash your clothes and then take them out of the dryer, and put them in a nice pile. Shirts on one side, pants and shorts on the other. And you tell yourself I’m gonna fold those as soon as I get a minute. You know that elusive minute when you’re a parent. You know when you have that oh-so-famous down time, when you unwind in the quiet of the night. I’ll do it when I’m watching Netflix. And then four days later … they’re still there … on your bed. They may even make the start of the next clothes cycle, where you wash another load and you’re just adding to the pile. It’s happened.
The clothes just lay in the corner, not as smooth as before, a couple of lumps and wrinkles, but no longer in two neat piles. Just one lump some of Costco-Fabric softner-smelling clothes. I bring them down with me every night, but for some reason, they don’t end up getting folded. I lay down for a minute to rest, only to wake up at 1 a.m. and drag myself to bed. I write a post, or edit my book, and lose track of time, or I end up getting lost in some Netflix or Amazon Prime episodic binge adventure.
I’m not really proud of this Laundryitis, but just wanted you to know … those of you hiding in secret … not posting your Devil Wears Prada closet on The Facebook Instagram tip that you’re not alone. It happens, it especially happens to tired moms.
So I think I’m more prone to Laundryitis, in fact I think that if you have a cleaning lady or cleaning crew helping you out, you might not suffer from this. You might have your act together because you clean before the cleaning lady gets there, or she may just do it for you. I don’t know. Maybe you have a Jetsons futuristic setup.
I guess if I shopped at IKEA I would totally be on top of this entire situation, you know with the state-of-the-art awesome drawers of organization with potential Jetson possibilities. But I don’t have the IKEA awesomeness in the bedroom.
I’m not that futuristic though … I don’t even have a dishwasher. And I think a dishwasher is important. I think these technological advances in the home economics sector have a cause and effect correlation with Laundryitis. Maybe I wouldn’t be as tired if I could just load it up and press wash, instead of Palmolive all over my hands for hours. I don’t know, I’m no scientist but I see something.
The more help you get, Kenmore or Maytag technology, or IKEA awesomeness, or just another human being, the less likely you are to suffer from Laundyitis and be caught up in your own episode of Everybody Loves Raymond with an Everybody Loves Raymond kind of mom sending you the guilt stare.
But don’t worry … shed the guilt … you’re not alone.
Buen Camino my friends …
The Wish Factor 
Tired Mom? Are you kidding? I’m not a tired mom, and I have laundered clothes in clothes baskets that I move around, sleep with, trip over , etc. And yet I don’t get them folded. At least you have them somewhat organized. My biggest mistake was buying eleven laundry baskets.
Ha! I love it! I know there are non-moms out there that suffer from laundryitis. I know … but for some reason judgement runs rampant in the mom zone … like I’m supposed to have it together all the time … with everything 🙂 But I love the baskets! I think if I had baskets I’d totally be doing that too. There would be baskets everywhere. Good luck with the baskets Erdie 🙂 Believe it or not … I have some new laundry washed today … still on the bed and another load just hanging in the dryer. 🙂
Don’t worry Mom, your condition is not exclusive. Us Dads have it as well, and man . . do we have it bad Like, I’m notorious for putting clean yet crumpled clothes in the dryer in order to get the crinkles out. And I lose stuff ALL the time. Just last week, I was driving my kids bat shit crazy because I couldn’t find a running hoodie. I SWORE they took it off the dryer and lost it in their rooms. Well . . . turns out I ditched the running hoodie in my trunk. When I found it, I wasn’t the least bit relieved. Nope, I was like “Oh shit, the kids are never gonna let me hear the end of it.”
And as far as those Facebook peeps go, their lives are only ‘perfect’ because images are not three dimensional, lol. Those pretty pictures are hiding a multitude of sins, you better believe it.
Hang in there, hermana.
Peace and folded laundry!
I Loooooove how you set me straight on the three dimensional pics. I get burned out sometimes for real though with that, which is probably why I don’t go on there much. Try to avoid that business. 🙂 But thanks for that brother, loving your wisdom. And I hear you on the laundryitis plaguing everyone … it doesn’t discriminate really, sometimes I feel the judgement on moms is heavy especially coming from other moms, you would think they would understand. But I feel you on the crumpled clothes. I do that too! Sometimes it’s just easier than ironing. 🙂
I take my social media in manageable doses, it’s best that way. I think people forget that technology is an excellent supplement but it’s a lousy substitute.
Yes! Lousy. Utterly completely lousy. Sometimes you’re like maaaaaan, what am I doing?! But the fact that they’re not three dimensional is something to remember 🙂
Social media is like anything else. Sip . . . don’t swig!
I’ll remember that one 🙂
I swear, there is another family that lives in my house that I can’t see. I’ve got laundry everywhere, piled so high and long, I can’t remember if it’s clean, dirty or needs placing in the ironing pile. I walk in in the morning and wonder who the hell lives here at night?
Duuuuude. YES! I’m like who lives likes this? Me. I do. Sometimes I got through two cycles and just end up pulling clothes from the pile to wear them again. They don’t even make it to the drawer. I mean as I’m typing this, there’s a pile sitting next to me 🙂