|Tradition! Here in our little village of|
Anatevka, weaaaaaaahhhhh peepperrrrr
Black Friday shopping is not a tradition that our family has ever engaged in. For me, it's rather unsettling to read about the latest religious-induced trampling at a temple or mosque in India or the Middle East, and then realize we have the same thing here....but for game consoles. However, our family does participate in other standard Thanksgiving traditions, like consuming turkey, and napping, and being thankful for turkey and napping. We also watch some football, that most celebrated of American sports, although sitting around watching TV compels us to get outside and exercise or do yard work for part of the day as well. Because if there's a feeling that reverberates in our souls just as strongly as thankfulness, it's guilt. Ha!
Now that the holiday is over, Nate and I are back in Columbus, and I'm preparing for the workweek ahead. This means getting a few items from the store, doing a preemptive email check, and having a good cry in my room. It also means that today I have to do some laundry. Leading up to the holiday it's easy to let the laundry pile up, knowing that there will be a few blessed days during which you can wear the same t-shirt and sweatpants from dawn to dusk each day and not be accountable to anyone but your family members, who just happen to also be wearing the same t-shirts and sweatpants they wore yesterday. But as the prospect of returning to work looms, the laundry must be tended to at last.
|Maybe you should ask for a team manager for|
Christmas. That's who always did my laundry.
Before you chastise me for failing to recognize how good I have it with my high-tech washing machine and my state-of-the-art dryer, please know that it isn't really these aspects of the process that get under my skin. If I had to use a washboard down at the river and hang clothes up on a line after, it wouldn't be much worse than it is now. This is because the worst part of laundry, in my opinion, is folding and putting away the clothes. I'm not sure what it is about this task that is so bothersome to me. When you wash dishes and put them away, you just....well....wash them and put them away. But with laundry, you have to fold everything, and open and shut drawers in your dresser, and maybe turn things right side-out that have turned inside-out in the dryer. It can drive a man to violence I tell you. Raging, spitting, pulsing violence, with the slight fragrance of a spring shower. Aaauugghh I hate
Don't even get me started on ironing. Let's just say that I haven't ironed anything in years, and I set an alarm to go off when the dryer is done so that I can immediately snatch my dress shirts out of the dryer and hang them up. I buy "wrinkle free" dress shirts, exclusively, but I'm not taking any chances.
|Is that the last load? Of your life? No? Then there is no|
reason for you to be smiling.
So, despite the fact that we just got done with a really relaxing, pleasant holiday that was all about thankfulness, I have to say that I am not thankful for laundry. Now if you'll excuse me, the dryer just buzzed.