Laundry becomes a never-ending nightmare once you become a parent. Despite how far society has progressed, sending your kids to school in their birthday suits remains off-limits, which means you’ll be drowning in laundry every week for years to come.
Before kids come along, you spend your time adorably pregnant, folding tiny outfits and placing them in that pristine, toddler-proof dresser in the nursery. You can’t possibly fathom that those little clothes will dominate your life for the next 18 years. But trust me, they will. And if you don’t believe me, let the witty parents of Twitter enlighten you on the relentless chaos of laundry that comes with parenting.
- Oops! It’s funny how after a week of working and parenting, you find yourself spending the weekend in that faded t-shirt from your husband’s company softball tournament—circa seven years ago—and a pair of shorts that might as well have a “do not enter” sign on them.
- Exactly! The sound of my life is the washing machine’s agitator—it’s like my personal anthem on repeat.
- Strikes match Practice makes perfect, right? Sometimes, imagining setting the laundry on fire feels like a healthy way to cope. Whatever works!
- Death, taxes, and laundry. These three are as inseparable as peas and carrots—or love and marriage. Or your partner’s constant misuse of the heavy-duty cycle.
- Sorting is for quitters. Honestly, having your own alpaca would be pretty cool, though, right?
- Don’t even think about it. My partner and I have had weeks-long stand-offs about who will fold and put away the laundry. Trust me, it’s a battle worth fighting—a hill made entirely of laundry.
- Haha! At least you can say you gave it a shot.
- BRB, praying for an apocalypse. That’s honestly the first thing I’ll give up on.
- Thanks, champ! When your kids offer to “help,” just pour yourself a glass of wine and rub your temples slowly. Acceptance is key.
- 99% effective. Just remember, each new family member adds to the never-ending mountains of laundry until they finally move out. Just a heads-up!
- Yeah, no. Slow your roll, clothing labels! I’m not even sure I still own an iron—I might have tossed it during a feng shui binge back in 2003.
- Does… does that actually work? This kid is on my wavelength, but if we just hate hard enough, maybe it will all spontaneously combust.
- If only you knew. Your teenage self would be horrified at how much joy you find in a few hours of silence spent tackling laundry. Blast the New Kids on the Block while you fold—best of both worlds!
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Summary
Parenting laundry is a never-ending cycle filled with chaos and humor. From the absurdity of weekend outfits to the ongoing battle of who folds, parents on Twitter share their relatable struggles. With a few laughs along the way, they remind us that laundry is an unavoidable part of family life, and that finding joy in the mundane is key.