clean the laundry room? are you kidding me?

When I say that a week or more ago my whole house was clean...I didn't mean the laundry room, too. No, that room is my arch-enemy. The thorn in my side, my perpetual trial. I hang up the bye-bye clothes. I have baskets for matched socks and unmatched socks. I have bathing suit and underwear baskets. I have piles of stuff. I have five hampers, supposedly for whites, colors, ect. But they are all mixed up. Because a plan is only as good as the execution of the plan. So. I have a million excuses, but even to me they sound lame (it's not my fault! I never have time to put things properly away! I hate to bug the kids about putting things in the right hamper!) Then there are the legitimate excuses which have no solutions: too many people using one washing machine and one dryer, which has been taking half the day to dry a load. I have to wait my turn to use it, which is NOT fair. I then tend to wash the things that are most iminent to have clean, and things pile up that aren't so important....blah. Then it becomes time to clean out those hampers again, clean up the floor (seems like I JUST DID ALL OF THIS)..... If only I didn't have any bed wetters. If only I had a bigger laundry room. If only I wasn't so lazy. Wait, I think I found the REAL problem. So today I get to battle my horrible laziness and clean that laundry room up for once and for all, and this time I shall keep it spotless. If even a sock falls to the floor, I shall scoop it up and put it in its' proper place. It's a losing battle, I tell you. The kids' rooms, which I cleaned and organized and made nice...ha. I need a few more of ME. One to sit here and blog, of course. And a few to go into those rooms a few times a day and pick up those dirty socks and put duplos back on the shelf and scoop up the school clothes on the floor...... I was mean this morning. I nicely told the kids as I woke them for school that they need to pick up their room this afternoon before they do anything. It isn't what they want to hear first thing Monday morning, so I made the statement then just dropped it. All three of them needed showers as it was, so I didn't need to add any more stress. Hilarious stuff: my son Aaron is 18, and a senior. He is in the school play, which will be performed this coming weekend. Mali, 17 and also a senior, is helping with the play, doing lighting. Anyway, the drama teacher/play director is also the English teacher, and the mom of one of the younger girls' friend...so she knows we have lots of kids. Well....she offered that our family come to the dress rehearsal because it would cost so much money for tickets, which it would at seven dollars each. Mali didn't want Aaron to tell me of that nice little offer. But he did, reluctantly. I pretended it was a grand idea. He seemed mildy mortified. Can you imagine if our whole family sat in on that dress rehearsal, how embarrassing it would be to them? Not just because of the whole...um, "charity case" thing, but that we would be the only ones there....no, I can't do that to them. Just can't. (but I do think the teacher was very kind and thoughtful to offer) So we have to decide who to take to the play. Lots of things are coming up....some of the girls are taking a youth trip to Detroit. My niece is getting married and we are going to her wedding shower soon. Another niece is having a special birthday party at a gymnastics place, I am making cupcakes for her. Paul is going to Boston again in a few weeks for 8 or nine days. I am making the WEDDING cupcakes for the niece who is getting married. Easter is approaching and I have zero candy in my closet. I want to paint the foyer. But today: laundry room. I wish I could just fast forward to the room being all clean. blah. There is no way around it, only through it. And the thing about doing a project like that is everything else around here goes to heck while I am so busy....the things I usually do on a Monday will not get done...like...well, the things I usually do.