Laundry

I decided long ago that I was no longer going to do the laundry. I have arthritis. It's severe and I'm heavily medicated for it. I also try my best to keep up with 4 kids. Then there's also the irrational fear of our garage. Yes, those are my best excuses. Quit judging.
I bought Jon a new front loader with fancy buttons that makes all sorts of musical sounds and a neato glowing display. Two weeks later, the novelty wore off and some of the clothing items haven't moved from the garage floor in ohhh, a year now.
So now he's decided to go on laundry strike.
So we've fallen into a new era of laziness. At first, our 7 year old was enthused to help out. That didn't last long. I know that comes as a surprise. He's willing to do it, but why should I pressure a kid to make dirty drawers his chore.
Here we are. We've resorted to throwing it all into a bag or 2 each week and we're now paying some creepy woman to do our wash for us. Sure, now I'm itchy all the time, but the alternative would be no clean clothes. And so, a sarcastically half hearted "thanks honey" for giving up on most of the essential household tasks.