My girlfried, though she loves me, has no idea how cool I am. After all, I listen to the Flaming Lips and can sing their albums word for word. I can write programs, up and down, in Visual Basic, C+ and PERL. I am fluent in Windows and OS X, semi-fluent in Linux and Spanish. I can blow smoke rings from cigarettes, and have been reading comics by Adrian Tomine. I can write XHTML and HTML, decipher PHP, and can navigate my way through a SQL database. I can write papers like a part-time job. I am able to juggle a sprout, my job, family, ex in-laws, a social life, her, and hobbies. I am in to gaming, music, computers, programming, networking, and all things nerdy.
So what that my downfall is laundry. So what that there is a clean pile in the 1) living room chair, 2) atop the dryer, 3) and stacked in 1/4 of the dining room chairs. So what that dirty laundry is piling up 1) in my hamper, 2) in my closet, 3) in the kid’s hamper, 4) and in front of the washer.
I swear that if I could hire someone to do all of the laundry, I would. The going rate for washing, drying, and hanging up items in the appropriate place is $30/hr. I will pay hundreds for someone to come and JUST do LAUNDRY. It is taking over my apartment, and seeping into my life. It’s getting hard to find clean t-shirts. In fact, I’ve ordered new ones from the Threadless to fix the problem, but they have still yet to arrive. It’s a good thing that tomorrow is my day off and that the sprout does not go to school, as I don’t want her to be the kid that , “shows up every day wearing the same shorts.”
It was cold tonight, so I actually got to pull a hoody out of the closet. So excited about this. Not for the cold (and not because they’re clean, but that is a plus), but because of the opportunity to wear a hoody again. They’re second skin to me.