so we meet again...

doing battle today with my old nemesis. laundry. as i fold clothes i think to myself, i wonder if i could pay some high school kid to come do laundry for me? more than someone to clean the house i would love paying someone to wash, dry, and fold our clothes. and of course roll our socks into little balls. i've found that it is this task that most bothers me. i can be on a roll, washing, drying, folding, the whole nine yards, but for some reason when i get to the whites and i've dried all our socks and i'm pulling them out by the handful it becomes the most hated, tedious thing in the world to have to pair them up and roll them together (trying to keep in mind not to stretch out the tops as every magazine has pointed out to me you should take care not to do). many times my laundry routine will literally grind to a halt as a load of washed and dried whites sits in the dryer, simply waiting for me to rescue it and create space for the next load. but instead i do everything i can think of to avoid opening the dryer and continuing the laundry routine, all because of those stupid socks. yep, i blame socks. darn them, if i could do it i would wear flip flops year round!