Our household laundry situation moves from under control to dire straits at light-speed. I know it’s out of control when our loveseat is hidden from sight, swallowed by the fabric of our lives.
We are in desperate need of laundry elves. At the beginning of the movie Elf, they describe there are only a few occupations available to an elf. Well, I’d like to add laundry elf to the options – this could revitalize the elfin economy in on fell swoop!
(As a rabbit trail to the idea of elfin economy, do you know that the invention and marketing of the washing machine is the number one factor of women entering the workforce in the 20th century? The time saved when washing machines were introduced into the majority of homes allowed housewives the luxury of free time.)
Next time you get resentful of paying a quarter at the laundromat to run the washer, you just think about that.
Back to the idea of the laundry elf.
A laundry elf would always be warm because they’d hang out in laundry rooms. They’d sleep on, behind or even inside the dryers.
A laundry elf would be responsible for switching the clothes from the washer to the dryer, making sure socks are not left behind to leave their sock mate forlorn and dejected, and confirming clean clothes never hit the laundry room floor.
Most importantly, the laundry elf would be responsible for taking the clean clothes from a heap on the loveseat, sorting them, hanging them, and getting the clothes hung in the closet or stacked in the drawer.
The laundry elf could wear a little smock. Perhaps with an appliqued washing machine on the chest.
Next time you see a tree on fire, check and see if there are any Keebler elves looking for a job change. I’m definitely up for offering them a job as my laundry elf.
What do you do when your laundry gets out of control?