Get Inspired Mondays, Writing

Because the Laundry is Never Done

 
When the laundry is done,
I’ll take that dream
pinned on my sleeve,
and march down mountain
to find reprieve.
~A.H.
 

Our constant battle with the laundry may be one of life’s greatest excuses — because it never ends.

Even when you’ve found every last mud-spattered sock shoved under beds and couches…

Even when lockers have been emptied and backpacks have been searched…

Even when your favorite red shirt (the one that was used as a kite) has been rescued from the maple tree…

There are still the clothes on your back.

Forget about the “laundry,” or whatever excuse is your safety net today.

It can wait.

Write.

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This post was part of Get Inspired Monday! — a series created to help you dig into your week and find inspiration in unexpected places.

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34 thoughts on “Because the Laundry is Never Done”

  1. Oh my goodness, you have NO idea how close I came to writing a blog about laundry this morning! Seriously, I left the laundry room, saw the one-remaining load on the kitchen floor–scooped it up and threw it in the laundry basket next to the machine. Then, your same thoughts ran through my mind! A wonderful post that read my mind!

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  2. Sometimes I dream about doing laundry naked so that it can, for an hour or so, be done.

    But you know my family members would insist on wearing clothes and ruining my dream. Jerks.

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    1. You are most welcome, Erika.

      I think you’re correct — there’s some crazy multiplying going on in there. I can’t believe how many loads of laundry I (should) do each day. And that’s with me putting off washing some of my own things…I won’t even tell you how many times I’ll wear a pair of jeans before I wash them. Nope. Not telling.

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  3. As I write this, Amanda, laundry’s pounding away in the washer. Sometimes I even use it like a timer: put laundry in washer, write; take laundry out of washer, put in dryer, write; dump laundry, fold, write….It obviously gets a lil’ monotonous from time to time, but that’s where softener and bleach comes in (umm…by that, I don’t mean I sniff it.) : )

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    1. I’m singing. I’m singing.

      That is exciting, Downit! For some reason, I don’t think we’re allowed to have lines up in our yards, but that doesn’t make sense, does it? Or, maybe I’m just lazy? Nah.

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    1. Hmmm…not sure if I would be good as anyone’s conscience. Do you see a pattern happening on this blog? I talk about playing hooky, throwing away To-do lists, and now leaving the laundry. I’m a bad influence, I tell you.

      Now, go write! (Sorry about those papers.)

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  4. Can I substitute vacuuming/sweeping floors for laundry? (Hubby does laundry – except for mine – now, but with 3 cats, a golden retriever and allergies, I’m having quite a time with pet hair!)

    I’d much rather be writing anyway 😉

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  5. The laundry is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my laundry list of excuses (HA – I kill me). You are so spot on. We just need to sit down and do it. Words will come! And the more the words flow, (usually) the better they get. Or not. But who cares. We just need to do it.

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  6. I actually enjoy the easy flow of folding laundry. I hash out my thoughts while in a trance. But actually, I’ve been procrastinating with my writing lately, so thanks for the push. I should be writing! 😀

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  7. Laundry is surely my biggest time suck…and bathrooms. The bathrooms always seem to need cleaning. (How do two little girls make that much mess?) Thanks for the reminder!

    – Emily

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