Dear Laundry Elves,

I regret to inform you that I must lodge a complaint with your management.

No matter how nicely I have requested you come to our house–through multiple laundry elf chants, dances, prayers, letters and shouts to the heavens–you have NEVER ONCE made an appearance. I am not only disappointed in your tardiness, but I feel this shows a huge lack of compassion on your part.

Laundry Elves, in case you haven’t noticed, there are six people living in this house. Six. Six people who insist on wearing clean socks and underwear EVERY DAY. In case your math is as slow as your ability to appear and help a woman out, that is 42 pairs of underwear and 84 socks every week. (Ok, only 35 pairs of underwear because the baby wears diapers, but those sometimes leak, so extra pants count). That doesn’t even account for the two to three outfit changes each day for the four year old who wants “to dress fancy for when Daddy gets home”. That also doesn’t count the pants that needed to be changed after school because the seven-year-old tripped on her scarf and landed in some mud.

I’ve had to teach my ten-year-old how to take a pair of jeans out of the clothes hamper and throw them in the dryer for ten minutes with a wool dryer ball and some lavender oil to freshen them before school. That’s on your head, Laundry Elves.

Sometimes the baby has to wear Halloween pajamas in January because you can’t get your act together. I bet you never have to wear off-holiday pajamas. I hope you’re happy with yourself.

My husband thinks towels are supposed to be scratchy because you can’t figure out that little fabric softener hole in the washer.

Santa can visit millions, if not billions, of houses in one night. Are you seriously telling me that you can’t show up once a week to throw some clothes in the washer and dryer? How lazy are you?

For all of these reasons, I feel like you need to compensate this household. Washing, drying, folding and putting away the Mount Everest of laundry before it topples over and buries the one-year-old would not go amiss. In fact, I hope your management realizes the seriousness of this issue and sends you immediately. Like now. Ok, now. Right now would be good as well…

Alright, you can come tonight, but that’s my final offer.


The Lady Wearing a Sweatshirt with Yesterday’s Baby Snot On It

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Sandra Samoska

Sandra Samoska is a stay at home wife and mom of four beautiful children. She enjoys writing about her faith, family, and how her family has grown her faith on her blog Outnumbered. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.