An open letter to my family
Dear Wlms Family,
I know you have been concerned about the rate at which your dirty laundry is returned to you in clean ready-to-wear fashion. Please know that I have heard your concern and allowed it to fall on semi-deaf ears.
Case in point: the socks found this morning on the laundry room floor.
Yes, those are socks. I do not know where they end or where they begin, but I vaguely recognize the inside out pattern and can assume the reverse side is embroidered hearts because we have just passed Valentines Day.
If I didn’t mind spending a hefty portion of our clothing budget on socks each month, I would throw them in the garbage out of sheer frustration for the time it will take me to unroll these and 50 other inside-out, ball-resembling shapes on my laundry room floor. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I have done that on many bad days. Yes, your socks have actually disappeared just as you have wondered out loud.
No, the dryer doesn’t eat them. The garbage can does. I feed it occasionally.
I know this is my “job” and I should find joy in it because someday I may “miss it” but I am a little hung up on this specific part of that right now. Please forgive me and we’ll both try and do better, okay?