It's true. I love doing laundry.
But before you bring over YOUR laundry for me to enjoy let me clarify...
I love clean clothes. They smell so good and feel so warm and soft.
I love empty hampers. A laundry pile up causes stress in my house. For one, my husband has a sensitive sniffer; he smells a dank washcloth on the bottom on the basket as soon as he walks in the door. And not only does Maddie not have many clothes (which is fine; less to organize) but she is a major creature of habit. Keeping her favorites available is just one of those little things I do as her mommy simply because I know she really loves to wear her cargo skirt with her flowered pink shirt.... every day if possible. And for me, piles of laundry waiting to be washed, dried, folded or ironed and put away is aggravating to my mild OCD (which, just in case you are concerned, is self diagnosed). Simply put: it freaks me out.
I love the simple routine of sitting on the couch folding each piece, with my girls doing their part to "fold" small items as well. Actually, Maddie is really quite good at folding her PJs and t-shirts. Eden... well, she looks cute with a pair of Maddie's undies on her head and she runs around the ottoman.
I love having the simple chore for each daughter to put away her own clothes. They feel successful and its over with before we can even get tired of it.
While its true that some days, the walk down the stairs to the basement to lug another load up doesn't sound like the most thrilling activity in life... I never feel like I can even begin to complain. I have never once had to scrub dirty clothes out on a wash board in a creek or water basin. I have never rubbed my skin raw doing my family's laundry. I don't have to tote bags and bags of yucky clothes to a laundry mat to spend hours on nothing BUT laundry. I have the convenience of my own machines in my own home, to be used at any hour I need.
Yup. I love laundry.