laundry expository

I  don't make my kids do laundry.

There.

I said it.

I've often thought it was due to some laziness on my part;

it's easier to just do it all myself, than to devise some scheduled system

that I would have to stay accountable to.

(I'm not terribly good with schedules)

It's also due, in part, to my perfectionist tendencies;

I'm good with laundry.

(I am the stain ninja, after all ;-)

And I like laundry done the way I do it.

I have a system, and it works for me.

(when the hamper is nearly full, I wash what's in it - that's my system ;-)

Just so we're clear, all children over the age of 5 do know how to do laundry,
(Adult males in the household are an entirely different story... ;-)

and I have a chart hanging inside of a cabinet, telling how to wash what
and what temperature to dry it on.
Occasionally, everyone has to pitch in and fold.
And often I have someone grab a particular hamper for me.
(we have one for whites, one for towels, and one for coloreds. A separate basket in our bedroom houses line-dry items)

I just don't require that people do their own laundry.

More than my perfectionism, laziness, and pride though,

is the simple fact that one of the ways I love my family,

is with laundry.

Washing it.
Drying it.
Folding it just so.
(It's not all gushy; it makes me crazy to find folded clothes in the laundry hamper - just like it does every other mom.)

I do a lot of laundry.
So,
I must love my family an awful lot ;-)