The renowned actor, Ed Asner, once remarked, “Raising kids is part joy and part guerrilla warfare.” It’s likely he was alluding to the laundry room—a veritable battleground where rational parents morph into fierce warriors determined to conquer the never-ending pile of clothes.
The sight of an empty laundry basket is a rare moment of bliss, a fleeting glimpse of satisfaction. However, with two teenagers at home, these moments are as uncommon as stumbling upon a purple-striped zebra wandering through the woods of Pennsylvania. The sheer volume of dirty laundry generated by individuals aged 13 to 18 is astounding. The basket remains full for no more than an hour and a half, and that only occurs when wash cycles are meticulously scheduled around their absences, such as during school, sports practice, or work.
Unbeknownst to many, our teenagers seem to take an unspoken vow upon reaching puberty regarding laundry:
- If an outfit doesn’t work out, it must be washed immediately.
- Wet towels? They belong crumpled at the bottom of the laundry basket.
- Pajamas are not to be worn two nights in a row.
- Coats require washing two times a week.
- Anything that doesn’t have a designated spot in a drawer or closet should be tossed in the laundry basket.
My husband, a self-proclaimed laundry enthusiast, means well but fails to grasp that if I wait until Saturday for him to handle the laundry, the clothing would overflow from the laundry room into the hallway and spill over the upstairs foyer.
You might have surmised that laundry has never been among my favorite activities. Yet, due to my work-from-home status, the bulk of these responsibilities has fallen to me. Recently, however, I reached my breaking point. After completing four loads earlier in the day, I returned to find the laundry basket overflowing by evening. I snapped.
I was irritable, frustrated, and completely fed up. And folding? Forget it! This was not my responsibility. I had houses to sell, novels to write, endless meals to prepare, walks to enjoy, kids’ sporting events to attend, and books to read. I wasn’t being compensated for this endless chore, nor was I deriving any emotional gratification from it.
Enough was enough. I decided to take action. I went to Target, specifically to the home goods section, and purchased four hampers. Then, I called a family meeting to announce my decision: I would no longer be doing anyone’s laundry. Ever. Again.
My husband supported the new plan, but my daughter complained it was unfair, arguing that I had done her brother’s laundry for 17 years, while she had only enjoyed 14 years of my service. My son groaned and retreated to his room. I happily placed my new hamper in the back of my closet, initially feeling a twinge of guilt for its loneliness due to the lack of clothing.
A close friend thought I was being unreasonable, claiming that the kids had too much on their plates already to manage laundry. Another friend smirked, clearly skeptical that my resolution would last. Yet, other women looked on in disbelief, as if to say, “Could it really be? Is it possible?”
Part of the success of my laundry hiatus involved relinquishing any obsessive-compulsive tendencies I had about tidiness. While I prefer a neat space, I found it surprisingly simple to cease doing the laundry altogether. The key was shutting the doors to my children’s rooms.
Eight weeks have passed since my declaration of independence from laundry. How has it gone? Well, I’m only washing my own clothes. Gradually, my children are discovering their unique laundry habits. My son has progressed from leaving his clean clothes in the dryer to tossing them on the floor, eventually stuffing them into his closet. He hasn’t realized he’s creating more ironing for himself (which I’m definitely not doing either).
My daughter’s laundry skills have also improved. Initially, she would pile clean clothes on her bed, but that interfered with her sleep. The laundry basket has now become a handy storage solution, and—drumroll, please—she is now folding her clothes and putting them away in her closet. Success! My husband enjoys doing his own laundry every Sunday. As for me, I’ve had to purchase more underwear.
This small victory has become legendary! Friends now whisper about my newfound freedom. One even sent me a Happy Mother’s Day message that included a note about buying hampers for her entire family.
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In summary, I have successfully stepped back from the laundry duties that once consumed my time and energy. My children are learning valuable life skills, and I’ve reclaimed precious hours in my day.
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