On this Saturday night, after baseball, shopping, a birthday party, and the park, it is finally bedtime and time for some laundry.
So I thought that I would just show you a glimpse of what laundry looks like in my life.
Can I just start by saying that you are about to feel so off the hook for laundry? Whatever effort you are putting into doing your laundry is most likely more effort than I’m putting into mine.
Laundry is not a sacred chore in this house – it’s a necessary evil. I have to constantly remind myself that laundry means my children are clothed and to count my blessings instead of cursing my loads and lack of motivation.
To start, I am super blessed that my laundry room is upstairs where most of the bedrooms are.
I have two wardrobe-changers. By noon, they’re on the third set of clothes. I can’t keep up, you guys. When I encounter piles of clothes on the closet floor (my most favorite thing in the whole wide world, by the way…), half of the time I can’t tell what’s clean or has already been worn.
If I’m unsure about the status of a shirt or pair of jeans, if they’re unstained, it gets put away. If it’s underwear or socks, I err on the side of caution and sanitation and throw them in the dirty clothes.
Once I do the laundry, and it comes out of the dryer, it ends up in a pile like this:
Eventually, the pile becomes too big to keep stepping around (just keeping it real…), so I make myself start “folding the laundry.”
But the best part of my laundry life is the fact that I have been set free from most folding. I hang almost all of Ty’s clothes, and most of my clothes. I fold Ty’s undershirts, my pajamas, our sweatshirts and sweatpants, and extra towels.
I don’t fold my kids’ laundry. AT ALL.
I hang a few select shirts and bulkier sweatshirts of theirs, and their fancy clothes, but other than that, they have bins.
*More honesty? Apparently I can’t figure out how to get this picture (and the next one) not to be upside down. I’ve cried about it and just decided I will not fix it.*
Each of the boys has six bins:
- Long-sleeved shirts
- Long pants
- Underwear, socks, and swim trunks
- Short-sleeved shirts
When I “fold” our laundry, I turn all the boys’ clothes right side out, throw Noah’s clothes in the blue laundry basket and Aidan’s clothes in the green laundry basket, and then they take their own basket to their room to sort.
This prevents any anxiety I have about them putting away their own laundry. They won’t ever be able to undo any folding I’ve done when they put things away, or when they pull things out to wear.
They just pull their bins off the shelves and start sorting their laundry into the right bins.
You guys, this has saved so much of my sanity. Who even cares if my laundry is folded or thrown in a bin? I fold things that might get too wrinkly if I bunch them, but let’s be honest – that’s just me being selfish so that I don’t have to spend more time ironing (time ironing a shirt > time folding a shirt. You know. Math.).
I promised you all from the get-go that I would be honest. This is honest laundry in my house, and I can tell you….it’s been one of the most freeing elements of maintaining a home for me.
I wish you the same freedom! Go and be free!
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