Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could just be a baby for a day. Eat, poop, sleep, repeat.
How nice would it be to just wake up, grab a kleenex box and see how many kleenex I could take out before anyone noticed. Or stand at the sock basket and throw socks out onto the floor, and just crawl away when I was done.
"Carrot, you have a sock basket? What for?"
Oh, don't go there. I had this conversation with my husband a few years back.
"Why do we have a sock basket? My mom always matched ours and put them in our drawer!"
Don't judge me people.
Sometimes they do make it into the drawer all matched, but sometimes, after 100 loads of laundry, I just let them sit, and you can match your own darn socks.
Speaking of laundry, a while back, I was thinking to myself about someone. Wondering if I should be the one to help this person, and feeling guilty for not doing anything about it.
That night I had a dream.
I dreamt that I walked into this persons bedroom and saw them laying on their bed. I didn't know what to do, so I walked over to a pile of laundry in the corner, and said, "I'm going to take your dirty laundry and wash it at my house."
So I did.
Or tried to.
Everytime I went to put this persons dirty laundry into my washer, the pipes in my ceiling (my laundry is in the basement) started leaking.
The minute I'd pull her dirty laundry out, they'd stop.
On and on I tried to do her dirty laundry, until I finally realized that I couldn't. She'd have to do it herself.
So I finally realized, that I couldn't be the one to help her.
I wanted to. I really did, but I couldn't.
Last night I had another dream about laundry.
I was working at my dads office again. (oh how I hate those dreams!)
I came in the back door, and his office was all dirty, and there were stack of laundry everywhere.
I told my sister that I was going to clean his office, but she told me to fold and put away my laundry instead.
Instead of doing what she said, I walked into an operatory, and noticed that it was dirty, so I started cleaning it. Again, she came in and told me to fold my laundry and put it away.
This time, I sat in the receptionist area, sat down and started folding. My dad had been back in his lab making a denture, but disappeared downstairs, only to return a few minutes later with clean laundry, which he promptly dumped at my feet.
*sigh*
What did I do?
I went back into his office and changed my clothes. When I had finished, I noticed someone needed an appointment made, so I started trying to help them. My sister told me she'd do it, and that I should go fold my laundry and put it away.
All right already!
I never got it all folded and put away. In fact, my dad just kept bringing me more of laundry to fold.
I ended up going out to lunch with Annie, and noticed that my laundry followed me to the place we were eating, but it was much more pleasant sitting in a cafe eating, talking and folding laundry, and I was actually getting it done that way.
The moral of the story?
No idea.
I need to do my laundry (it's been washed) and put it away.
I will tell you it really bothered me. I should try to analyze it, but I keep trying not to think about it.
I even cleaned out some cupboards this morning, trying not to think about it.
Maybe I should go do some laundry.
I think I'll go eat some saltines and marshmallow cream instead. (Not really. I did that yesterday.)
Don't judge me people.
There are worse things I could be eating.
Just be glad I'm not eating a...a whole chocolate cake...with...double stuff oreos on top.
Yeah, just be glad.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
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At least two of my boys sometimes miss the toilet when they pee and it goes over the edge and ends up in the bathroom trash can, so yes, my kid does pee in the trash can. I have one whisker that I pull out every couple of weeks. Its almost long enough, but not quite so I am feeling tortured about it right now, and I eat bad things all the time. I even wrote to Nabisco and asked them if they would please sell just the oreo filling as I would like to eat it with a spoon, but they said no.
I also wash but rarely fold the laundry. The kids just dive into the pile and swim through it until they find something that fits them.
What? You didn't want us to ramble in the comments too?
Wait a minute..laundry is supposed to be folded? Are there people who actually do that?
My kids have learned that clean clothes are in a basket in the laundry room. I put away the clothes one time and they couldn't find them so they asked me where they were. I told them that the clothes were in their dresser and they said,"why???" So I decided to make it easier for them and just leave them in the laundry room because I'm a giver. That is the just the kind of mom I am.
I have a sock basket. And big ole hairs that grow out of my chin mole and my knuckles.
I skip the saltines though. I take my marshmallow cream straight.
I eat bad things, Mocha Almond Fudge ice cream. My kid didn't pee in a trash can he dropped his drawers in the front yard just as my nieghbor drove by. I bet I have more whiskers than you, thanks to my German Grandma.
This post is absolutely delightful. I don't know what it means and I don't care. It was just a fun read.
I swore I would NEVER not put away folded laundry. I swore I would NEVER not fold the laundry. I now have baskets of both. I also have a sock basket.....I am not proud of myself, but it is what it is.
Fold it? I don't even wash it... what's the point? The people in my home insist on wearing it and getting it dirty again. When it can stand in a corner on it's own, then I might wash it... maybe... :)
OH, and just so you know, I ate cookies for dinner last night. And since my husband won't be around tonight, I just might do it again. In my defense, they are really good cookies!!
So saltines and marshmallow cream together? Maybe I'll try it.
It sounds like you need a laundry service...don't we all?
Don't even get me started on the laundry thing. I have a washed pile so high it could cause an avalanche and hurt somebody! I too have a sock basket and you have to dig for a matching pair. mating and folding them happens so rarely!
I wouldn't know what healthy food is & further more wouldn't eat it if I did. My boys pee in the trash, on the floor and walls. I have whiskers like a cat! So I'm NOT so glad!
Talking about dreams: I had a dream with you last night!
Me and Sketchy were coming to the train station to pick you up. You wore a really weird hat, at first I thought it was your hair...but I didn't mention it because even in my dreams I'm nice :)
Then your hair/hat started moving, so I realized it was just a hat (of course!).
It was a very happy dream.
Anyway. You work too hard, maybe that's the moral of the story.
After more than 10 years I realized that there were socks in my sock basket that I hadn't ever seen matches for. So, I threw them away. I hope that doesn't violate a sock basket rule.
Who doesn't have a sock basket? Kids never get all their laundry in at the same time. Heck you could think that you had all the laundry done and they come out with enough clothes to match all that you just did. Sheesh. What's a mom to do.
carrot, i'm going to analyze your laundry dreams (nightmares.) and tell you that YOU need someone to come and do your laundry. the reason you couldn't do that "someone's" laundry was because you have laundry coming out the ying yang. even in your dreams. too bad you don't live closer. you could just drop it off here: we have four washers and four dryers. you could have all your laundry done in 2 hours. maybe i'll start a service.
p.s. the rambling ones are my favorite posts.
I love it when you blog about your dreams! You have good ones, and vivid, too!
We just did three loads today and Joel made the comment, "I'm really getting tired of putting away these clothes." Harlan told him I'd been doing it for 10 years (where he got that number, I dunno, I probably ought to look into that more) and was probably more tired of it than he was. But I replied that I actually don't mind laundry, but rather find joy in it.
Now, before you puke your guts out and roll your eyes, I have to confess that there are a number of chores that I detest. Cooking is one of them. I dread it like the plague. But having folded, clean clothes and empty laundry baskets gives me great pleasure. So much so, that when I go on vacation, I pack light (usually just a duffle bag) with about 3 changes of clothes and plan into my trip how many times and where I'll be doing laundry. Go figure.
If you want to work out a trade where you make us dinner at 5pm every night, I'll keep your laundry clean and folded every day. :)
If you don't respond to this, I'm going to bring this up in public thinking you don't read your comments.
I don't mind the loading and switching but after it's dry, it sits in the basket for days---and there are just the two of us. Once I get started, I can get it done. It's just getting started. I can't hang it out cuz my neighbors invariably burn their trash when my clothes are hanging out. I hate that. My hubby used to just fold laundry and put it on top of the dryer. He never got it out of the laundry room. Now his work clothes are stacked on the floor on his side of the bed. He doesn't want to have to look for them....
I ate so bad today I felt my stomach grow.
You have plenty to do, Carrot. It is nice to want to help others, but you are allowed to take care of your family now.=your dreams.
Do you wake up and write down the dreams? Or do you just remember. I was dreaming the other night, I think about a dog. I thought I would remember it, but nope.
You have awesome dreams. :) Have you had time to analyze your laundry dream yet?
All I ever do is dream about strange men. Hmmmm.
Atleast you have a sock "basket." I have a sock "top of the dryer." :)
I just want to know where the mates to all the socks I have laying around have gone????
I agree with NCS--you work too hard.
It's that rotten Daylight Savings Time throwing everything off. Don't blame yourself. I say we rebel.
I sure wish I could remember my dreams like that! so sorry your laundry is piling up like that... after reading Suzanne's response, you should take it all to her, and maybe everyone should! It'll make her happy ;)
Am I the bossy sister in Dad's office keeping you grinding away at your laundry? Sounds like me...
If laundry is symbolic of problems, and we each have to take care of our own, it seems in your dream the fastest and most painless way of taking care of your problems is talking to a good friend, and the problems (laundry pile) slowly shrink in a painless way. I'm glad you have good friends and family who all love you.
Now, save a spot on your sofa for me, I'm bringing more saltines and marshmallow cream! (more bossiness ;) !)
ok i have to share i had some bizarre dreams myself last night after having read your post. and guess what i was eating? you guessed it---chocolate cake, choclate icing--double stuffed oreos on top! the power of suggestion. i don't know where all the rest of that weird stuff came from---oh, yeah, my demented mind.......
I saw Maryann's Mug Shot on Entertainment Tonight. My mind was tainted by her hideousness. THAT is why I don't smoke pot. Oh, and I am mormon. Oh, and my mom told me not to. Oh, and I need the brain cells...I'm in college.
I don't have a sock basket...then again, we don't really wear very many socks. I can usually get to the stage where the laundry is clean and folded but that's about where it ends. We each have a laundry basket and they are piled with clean folded laundry (the dirty stuff is in piles on the floor) and the dressers are empty or half filled with the clothes we never wear but can't part with.
Oh, and you can just call me the bearded lady.
omg i just came back from town. while there i saw a lady loading her laundry into her car and the rest of my dream came flooding back. i was in ft. madison, helping my dad do his laundry. for some reason, he was living in an apartment. i don't know why. my mom is alive and well and they have been married nearly 59 years. anyway, he had just tons of laundry. and it was really dirty stuff.i remember thinking about the comic-zits- and how he could wear this stuff more than once but the smell was awful. so, i had 3 or 4 baskets by the back end of my explorer, with the door open, when he called for help. being a good daughter, i ran to help him.when we got back out to the parking lot, someone had stolen my explorer. there was laundry sitting everywhere. my daughter called the cops and told them and they were screaming up and down the street with their lights and sirens. i never had a car stolen before. i just kept running back and forth on the street. that's all i remember.
what do you think this means, carrot?
Folded laundry?
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
You are so cute.
I totally understand the sock basket.
I have a similar situation in my kitchen.
I have a "lid drawer"
I put all of my tupperware type lids in the drawer, this way it narrows down the amount of space we need to look through to find a lid to fit any bowl.
Also, I totally eat bad things. I was going to list all of them for you, but it made me sound pathetic.
I don't have time to match socks, I safety pin them after I take them off and throw them to some far reaching corner.
I haven't done a legitimate load of laundry in almost two weeks... maybe it was a month...maybe I have too many clothes.
I take my marshmallow cream with a chocolate bar and graham crackers.
After a week of no plucking my jawline and mustache are ready for some hot wax.
One more for the road...
Of course she had doobies! Have you ever been to Driggs?
Trust me there’s not much there.
Oh yeah let’s not forget that $.50 bwahaha seriously? Who names the price?
Two doobies….that’ll be $679.43.
No wonder she always had coconut cream pies…
My laundry is done too, but I HATE folding it! I'm glad I don't dream about it though! lol
Marshmallow cream and saltines??? Hmm...sounds interesting. I think our taste buds are on opposite ends of the spectrum, especially since you won't mix chocolate and fruit! YUM!
I had a dream about another strange man last night! The streak continues!!!!
Also: I have a sock "house" and "floor" - and Mary Ann will have a lot of time for smokin' doobies, when she's living in a van down by the river.
You're supposed to fold the laundry before you put it away? I truly had no idea. How did I not know that?
That first dream is fascinating. I love it.
I do laundry on Wednesday. It gets put in piles according to person. Thursday, it might be organized into hangups vs drawers.
Friday, if I'm really on top of it, it gets put away. But I swear Wednesday is here again, and I am confident I have 7 children, not two, some weeks because there is so much :(
A sock basket? You're a genius! Why didn't I think of that?
My son used to miss the toilet and pee on the side of the garbage can next to the toilet, and it puddled underneath it and I didn't see it, but MAN! Did I smell it!
I have whiskers on my upper lip and my chin. I do not tweeze them or wax them like a lady...I PLUCK those darn things like a chicken!
Knock on wood, I have never had a dream about laundry. Unresolved issues there Carrot?
But your helping the lady dream reminded me of the parable of the lamps and thats a good thing right?
PS: I too have a sock basket, where else do you put the socks that come out of the laundry without their mates? We call it the "No we're not divorcing - We're only separating temporarily" basket. No not really.
I once knew someone who peed in the oven while sleep walking... maybe this laundry dreaming and son's trash can peeing has a message in it somewhere. I'll get beack to you if I come up with anything.
I have a sock basket. I even have pictures of my children as infants curling up to sleep in the sock basket because it's always full of warm, cozy socks to lay on.
My laundry is clean and mounted on top of my sofa. My new VT's are coming on Monday. The one sister is Australian and extremely rude. I'm likely to end up on her list of the most yuckiest people in the ward after she sees my house. I want to fold the laundry but my tooth hurts too bad to do more than just sit with the heating pad against my jaw. :(
I hate it when my laundry follows me around.
I have a sock basket, it follws me around too.
And marshmellow cream goes in hot chocolate, at least two spoonfuls.
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