Rain, Puddles, Mud, and Laundry.

I usually don't mind rain or puddles or mud at all. I am actually a very accomplished puddle splasher, mud pie maker, and wild rain dancer. But enough is enough. It's been raining so much that I've thought about building an ark. Of course the thought of having to help rebuild the human race and cleaning up after more animals than we already have does not suit me at all. But besides the constant clouds and rain, there is the laundry.

Laundry is my arch nemesis. I can't stand it. I hate sorting it. I hate moving it from the washer to the dryer. I honestly don't mind folding it, but I hate with a passion having to bring it up the basement stairs, up the stairs to the second floor, and then putting it away in the dressers. So often the the laundry moves from the dirty Mount Laundry to the Clean Mount Laundry with no sorting or folding in between.

Despite all that, I love to hang laundry out to dry. There is something so amazingly invigorating about hanging laundry. Just the process of carrying the heavy wet clothes out into the sunshine totally changes my persective and relieves the drudgery that laundry has become to me. Alas, the rain has hampered that little bit of laundry magic that I do enjoy.

You are probably wondering what the heck the rain has to do with laundry. Well, being so accomplished at rain sports, I have had the pleasure of passing on that skill to my children. Unlike many children who look at the rain as a reason not to go outside, my children look at it as a chance to practice their skills at puddle jumping and mud pie making. Hence, the rain has caused a steep increase in the amount of laundry I have to deal with.

This is not laundry that can be set aside for a sunny day. Oh no. This is soggy muddy slimy laundry. This is the type of laundry that calls enchantingly to mildew. And mildew, being the consummate predator of wet laundry, obliges within the hour.

My pasty white skin and slightly mildewed clothes need a sunny day. I need a day that is sunny, slightly breezy. A perfect day for my children to play outside in the yard with no puddles or mud pie making involved. I promise, if a day like that is delivered, I'll do as much laundry as I can. Deal?