Honestly, if it did, it would probably go into shock and then set itself on fire. It would be a washer suicide, unhappy for us abandoning it too soon!
Reality is, laundry is never ending. Laundry starts on Monday, ends on Saturday and starts again on Monday. I grumble every week, because I still can't quite comprehend how my children use every single towel or go through every single t-shirt, pajama or pair of pants they own! In fact, I saw these children wear the same outfit for a week during the summer and yet still, there they were! Overflowing laundry hampers! Every week!
Today however, is finally dedicated to the Mom clothes! The most necessary items are usually washed every month, I buy a lot so I don't run out as quickly, since by the time I get to mine, I just don't want to do anymore laundry! However, I am at the point where I can't ignore it anymore, I can't pretend that it's hasn't grown to leave the hamper, creep out into the rest of the room, under the bed, in the closet! If I ignore it any longer, the piles will become animated and it will be like Night of the Living Laundry Pile!! I will have hoards of yoga pants and fuzzy sock zombies trying to murder me for my neglect!!
And I won't be able to run and hide, because it will infect the rest of the laundry, there will be no escape!
So, I have sucked it up! I have gotten the first load in! Besides, I am just not the kind of mom to show up to school in maxi skirts. I am more the jeans and tshirt mom, or the Yoga pants and tank tops, with a grandpa sweater thrown on for good measure, mom! Can't start pulling out the "fancy" stuff, besides it will only become part of the hoard and I don't do gentle washes!
I am beyond the sniff test; I guess it happens, do the others laundry first, worry about me later, till I am staring down at the cat hair covered yoga pants and wondering what that crusty stain is and realize, yea, you are disgusting!!
So laundry, I will conquer you! Every last load too! I don't care if it is 8 pm and I am still washing Laundry! I will do it!
It might sit in the basket till the next time I need the basket! At least it will be clean and folded though! Well, at least it will be clean!! Folded; well, we will see by the third load! Put away, probably not!
I think if I had a lovely oasis to go to, with cabinets for storing the laundry supplies, nicely painted walls, designated area for folding! Maybe some windows, I would feel better about doing laundry!
Instead I must descend into the hellmouth of my dark and damp basement, carefully maneuver through bags and boxes of unknown origin, spend the least amount of time by the washer as I can, so the spirits of basement dwellers past don't get me!
Then I think about it, I know that it won't matter the setting, laundry just never ends and even if I had a glorious, well organized laundry room, I will eventually loath that space too! Dread opening the door!
I just have to think positively, at least I won't be unfurling crusty boy socks today or experiencing the questions of brown stained underroos!
It's Mom's laundry day!! Time to get to work on not looking like a homeless person and get my butt in gear! You know, just in case my laundry nightmare comes true!