Laundry=Death

You know what I really hate? Laundry. It's such a hassle. And they should make a name for the never ending torment that comes along with doing laundry. Because you know that every time you get back from putting that load into the washer, you are going to come home and the first thing you see is a dirty article of clothing that magically did not end up in your laundry basket. You begin to notice that this happens all the time, and with every load there is another exclamation of exasperation because you forgot that one shirt. So you plan ahead before you go; you ransack every inch of your room and your closet looking for any rouge dirty clothes that you may have missed because by golly! you will not be bamboozled by your wretched laundry again. So, feeling like this time you just may have come off conquerer of your laundry pile, you make your way to the laundry building. Suddenly that smug little grin is wiped off of your face as you remember your towel hanging in your bathroom. Yep- that probably could have been washed. But don't even worry about it; it's fine. Because you are not walking all the way back to your building to get that one stupid towel. So instead you just walk that one off, feeling a little more humble about your awesomeness. Then, as you put your articles of clothing into the washer, every thing comes flooding back to you. That one sock that was left in your purse. (Don't ask questions.) Those pajama bottoms that you shoved back into your drawer; or that undershirt that is conveniently located under your shirt. Yeah, doing laundry is so great. But you shake that one off, because at least you got everything within sight. FALSE! Because as soon as you walk through the door, you notice your shirt on the bathroom counter just sitting there mocking you. And you make all of these vows and promises, that next week you will get everything into that stupid washer! So help me; so help me; yet all the while knowing that this vicious cycle will just keep washing, rinsing, and repeating itself. I hate laundry. Thank you, and goodnight.