I feel like I’ve gotten pretty good at this whole life thing. I make regular payments on my bills, I have a full time job, and I’m starting to focus on getting healthier. I share apartment expenses with a roommate (after graduating from living with mom, then renting a room), and I’ve never minded doing the dishes or cleaning. There is one thing, however, that I just can’t stand doing… LAUNDRY!

Laundry has to be the least exciting chore I can think of. If you’re fortunate enough to have laundry facilities in your apartment, home, or in a ‘laundry room’, it isn’t QUITE as bad. I am okay with hauling my big basket of laundry downstairs to feed it into the washer. Wait 28 minutes, and into the dryer for an hour it goes. That isn’t the bad part. I am strong enough to lug the laundry around, and don’t at all mind switching it from the washer to the dryer.

NO, my big gripe is the result of having clean clothes. You get these clothes all clean and bring them upstairs to your apartment. They get dumped on the bed the clothes seem to EXPAND to ten times their size. You end up with this GIGANTIC pile of clothing and scratch your head wondering how the hell the mass ever fit in the basket. The pile is so big that you swear you should invite a family of homeless people to live in it and you’d never have to see them! Clearly, the gargantuan pile of clothing would be better shelter than whatever they currently have!

I really REALLY hate sorting through the pile. Socks here, boxers there, pants there, folding each along the way. All of the shirts go into a separate pile to be hung in the closet later, which is the part I really HATE. Id rather clean the toilet, unclog the drain elbow deep with bare flesh, or pick up the garbage after the cheap bag blows out than hang shirts. It seems like no matter what I do, EVERY shirt finds itself inside out. There’s some bastard living in the washer that plays pranks by turning shirts inside out. I’m killing him before I wash my clothes again.