I have noticed you are always here lurking in the shadows.
You tend to spread throughout the house.
You are on the floor in the bedrooms.
You are on the floor in the living room.
Sometimes, and I mean rarely do you actually make it to the basket.
Sometimes you are clean and end up back in the laundry room.
You are always losing your sock partner, it’s like you don’t even care.
I feel like you are using me, to pick you up and clean you. You can’t even be bothered to change yourself to the drier.
You pile up so quickly, I feel like I can’t breath!
I feel suffocated!
I constantly have to fold you and put you away.
Sometimes I find you hanging halfway out the dresser.
So today I have decided that we are breaking up.
I am going to enjoy this cup of coffee, while you lay throughout the house.
I’m going to pretend you are not here later and enjoy a glass of wine.
I am not sorry, I don’t care about your feelings. You clearly don’t care about mine.
I bid my farewell laundry.
Today you do not exist!