Who Blogs About Laundry
Who blogs about laundry isn’t the sexiest headline you have ever read nor is it as suggestive as writing 69 reasons why dad bloggers do it better than mom bloggers.
Although it bears noting that many mom bloggers have suggested that if their husbands did the laundry they might be up for more sexy time with their men. However there is evidence that suggests that dudes who do laundry won’t be doing the horizontal mambo with mama, so put down the Tide and back away.
I Am Not A Fan Of Folding Shirts
I am not a fan of folding shirts which is part of the reason why there is a stack of clean shirts on my bed. They aren’t balled or crumpled up. They are lying flat, one on top of the other right next to the laundry basket.
They have been there for close to three hours and were my children here I would have already folded and put them away. That is part of the “dad is a good role model” deal I made when I became a father.
But since they aren’t here I didn’t have to rush to put them away.
Nor did I have to use a glass, silverware or a plate for my dinner. Someone tell my mom I am sorry but the chance to live as a bachelor doesn’t come along very often so I am taking it.
You didn’t ask but my kitchen and bathroom are clean and the overall state of this joint is one that would pass inspection. You might not give me an ‘A’ rating but you wouldn’t fail me either.
TheÂ joy of temporary bachelorhood doesn’t mean I am a slob– it just means I get to loosen up around the edges.
But one of the reasons beyond the need for clean underwear that I chose to do laundry during the week and not this weekend is so I could have time to enjoy the weekend. Got a couple of movies to see and maybe a carnival to check out.
In between it all I plan on searching for a new gym to play ball at and maybe to begin swimming again.
Don’t ask me to explain how I moved from blogging about laundry to writing about how I want to find a swimming pool to start training in again because I can’t explain it. What I can tell you is once upon a time I swam competitively and I am interested in doing so again.
The hardest part about it isn’t finding a pool because that is easy. No, what is hard is deciding that I am willing to undergo six months of hell because it is going to take that long to get myself into the kind of shape I want to be in.
Three months of hard work to get myself into the kind of shape I need to be in to start training and then three months of training so that I can start really training.
I may be a dreamer but I am also a realist and I know from experience what it is I am looking at, but the upside here is huge.
The beauty of swimming is that it is a tremendous workout that is low impact which means you can do this for years. It is not an exaggeration to say it could be life changing and provide countless benefits potentially for the rest of my life.
That is the kind of upside you can’t talk enough about nor should you ignore it.
Really, it is the sort of opportunity that you should run towards and not from.And I plan on getting to it just as soon as I finish folding these shirts.
Bill Dorman February 23, 2013 at 5:36 am
Competitively? What? The cannon ball? You big lug, you’re an anchor, not a boat….:).
Even if you don’t get back to competitive, it will do a body good; take the plunge (no pun intended).
Julie Barrett February 22, 2013 at 2:42 pm
The boys and I are going swimming this weekend too as it’s finally warm enough. If I didn’t wear the bathing suit out, it wasn’t a good season, but I am not doing laps, just keeping kids alive and goofing around. Good luck with the endeavor, you’re inspiring me.
I do between 13-18 loads of laundry a week and am a big fan of the chair method. When I catch my husband folding clothes, he’s getting something for sure.
Jack February 22, 2013 at 10:46 pm
131-8 loads? Gah, you need to switch to paper and plastic clothing. 😉
Kaarina Dillabough February 22, 2013 at 1:54 pm
Swim on my friend! Cheers! Kaarina
Jack February 22, 2013 at 10:37 pm
Erin Feldman February 22, 2013 at 9:50 am
Haha! The bane of my existence is ironing. Hate it. I can blame it on genetics, too: my mom hates ironing with the same passion.
Here’s to swimming! It will hurt to get back into shape, but there’s nothing quite like that sort of pain, either. At least I don’t think so; then again, I might be a glutton for punishment.
Jack February 22, 2013 at 10:24 pm
I am definitely not a fan of ironing, I avoid it as much as possible.
The pain of getting back into shape is more pleasurable than most I can think of, so maybe I am a glutton for punishment too.
Aaron Brinker February 22, 2013 at 7:15 am
I need to start swimming again. I am supposed to do it for my back. I have ruptured discs and it is one few exercises that I can have complete mobility. I should add not that my 4 year-old cares about my mobility….he doesn’t.
I have never liked folding laundry. I have always preferred the chair method. Keep it the chair until the next time…now as a good father I “try” not to practice that but I it is my favorite method of doing clothes.
Aaron Brinker aka DadBlunders
Jack February 22, 2013 at 10:22 pm
Back problems are supposed to be awful. Thus far I have been fortunate to not have anything more than the occasional knot or ache.
I hear you about your son. My kids are a bit older so they sometimes will pay attention if I mention I have a headache or am tired, but even then… 😉
I still love swimming, even though I am old and out of shape. Given a choice I would probably try to use the chair method for folding laundry, but I hate to concede I am not really all that good at that one anymore either.
Betsy Cross February 22, 2013 at 3:48 am
Swimming is great! Competition is fun! Aging, not so much. The three together? Interesting. Do it!
Jack February 22, 2013 at 10:18 pm
Fun and health are the name of the game here, so…
Frank Strong February 21, 2013 at 10:33 pm
You my friend, are a stream of conscience. Just don’t blog about making money!
Jack February 22, 2013 at 7:02 am
Blogging about money is easy but it gets old quickly. Stream of consciousness is just good old fashioned fun. 😉