My Real Life

I know a bit about evil.  Remember, I watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  So, I know about vampires and demons and the devil. 

However, the evil that I deal with is far more frightening.  Far more insidious.  It begins as a small evil and then grows and grows, until it threatens to take over every second of your time and every inch of your home.

That’s right, my friends.  The evil of which I speak is…

Laundry.

That’s right.  Look at it.  See the heinous beast that lives in my house.  It lives and thrives and grows.  It’s malignancy spreads through my home until it becomes inescapable.  Look at the picture.  You can see that it has even made it’s way to the couch in my bedroom.  Granted, this is a major laundry day and normally, those clothes wouldn’t be there, but still… 

It is the bane of my existence.

There are 5 of us in this house.  There are seven days of the week.  And yet… 

I have a pretty good system going.  I pop in a load in the morning, switch it to the dryer after work.  The next step is where it all breaks down.  Putting the laundry away.  Ugh…

Five different dressers, three different closets.  Stuff to iron.  I hate it.  Laundry is the one area where my normal, organized self falls apart.  For me, there is no chore more tedious, more odius than putting away laundry. 

By tonight, it will all be put away and my home will once again be peaceful, rid of the dread laundry.  But, at bedtime, we’ll all take off our clothes to put on our jammies and our baskets will once again have laundry to be cleaned.

So, bring on the vampires, the demons, the chatty cashier at Walmart.  I can deal with them all.  Just don’t give me laundry.