Because sometimes you consider becoming a nudist ...

I'm pretty sure not.  I mean, have you seen me?  Me? Naked? In public?  That's a special sort of torture no one should be subjected to.  Besides, living in a nudist colony means seeing other people's junk. All. The. Time.  There's never a junk-free moment.  Doesn't it all loose it's attraction after a while?  I mean you know, it's going to be REALLY obvious if your neighbor thinks you're hot.  How do men in nudist colonies survive without getting bitch slapped all the time?  Then there's the whole diaper issue.  And monthly ...  Plus ... sunscreen?  I mean, how do you suppose?  Ewwwwwww .... nevermind.  Let's just stop that whole train of thought.  'Cause dang. BLECH.

I do laundry.  I know, I know. "We all do laundry Jess.  Do you want a pat on the back or something?"  We all always have dirty clothes.  Yes.  Yes you do.  Unless you are reading this naked right now, which hey ... there's a nudist colony somewhere looking for you.  But in an average week I do 12-15 loads of laundry.  One day is almost a hamper full here.  "Do a load a day to stay ahead" grandma said.  Bull-honky grandma.  Do 3 loads a day, stay ahead, maybe.  If you fold it and put it away right then. But seriously, who does that? (Okay, besides YOU smart ass.  Yeah, you, who just said 'Well, I do' because you are lying). Everyone either leaves it in the dryer and keeps "fluffing it"to prevent wrinkles, or you hang it up to dry somewhere and it's "not quite dry YET so I don't have to put it away" or you're like me -- wash, dry, throw on the couch.  We are couch throwing laundry PROS here.  We can wash it like no one's business.  But find someone to fold it? Where's that Laundry Fairy everyone always talks about? Yeah. Not here.  I've even stood outside clapping and screaming "I do believe in fairies. I do believe in fairies." Just so you know, that only works in Peter Pan.

Then of course if you fold it, you have to do something with it.  Who wants a laundry couch?  (No, dear husband, no need to point out that we have a laundry couch.  Some people have a laundry guest room, or a laundry kitchen table, or the dryer is still "Fluffing" the load from 3 days ago).

Three of the five kids are perfectly capable of putting their laundry away.  So we are slowly learning what I like to call "the obviousness of it all".  Shirts go where the other shirts are, pants go where the other pants are.  Rocket science? May as well be.  So this is why I suggest the idea of no clothes.  No clothes to wash, to dry, or to fold.  No fitted sheets to fold properly.  No, not WAD. Fold neatly.  Yeah, I said it.  Martha Stewart isn't the only one who can fold a proper fitted sheet.  So I'll keep on washing and folding.  Neatly.

Because sometimes you're blessed to have clothes.  And that's reason enough.