I was thinking this morning about how much time I spend a day on laundry. I would say that I average about 3 loads of laundry on any given day. If I dare to skip a day, ohhhhh. Let’s just say I try not to. I have some obsessive compulsive tendencies, and my laundry happens to be one of them. Nevermind that I sweep and mop my floors (and vacuum the rugs) every single day– that’s a post for a different time. Today, I’d like to introduce you to my least favorite room in my house. Bloggy friends, meet the laundry room. Laundry room, meet my bloggy friends:

I am just thankful that I don’t have to go to a laundry mat– been there, done that. But this room? Is the ugliest in my house. I think I loathe it. I store too many things in it, the linoleum is awful, and there’s a huge freezer that has no food in it. Nevermind that there is a huge hole in the drywall, we inherited the hole when we bought the house.

I am obsessed with fabric softener. I love bleach. Put those two together and I am in heaven. I could sit all day smelling my laundry. I hang my clothes on the line when it’s warm. I wash all the sheets in the house on Tuesdays. Bella loves to help put the ingredients in the machine. And, when I go once a month to the laundry mat to wash comforters, I can’t leave and come back when they are done. I put a chair right in front of the machine so that I can watch the clothes spin and wash. I love it! It’s better than television.

I thought I’d post this info so that you have further proof of how strange I am. So there. Are you convinced? You should atleast be convinced that I am having severe writer’s block.

That is all.