Laundry. I really have no idea where it comes from. We all leave the house with one outfit and return home with the same outfit as far as I know. By the end of the week it looks like the Brady Bunch had been visiting. I have tried to do laundry daily. I have tried to do laundry weekly. Maybe I should do laundry monthly.
I find it to be a love hate relationship. I feel such an accomplishment when it is all done and folded and put away. But so anti climatic because by nightfall the hamper is filling up again. .It never stops.
Converse and I were looking for houses a few years back in Dallas. It was our pre-kid era. Back when we took naps every Saturday while the laundry was finishing up. Back when I ironed and used starch from a can. We walked through this one house that on the outside was meticulous. Once inside, the newer home was lets say ...lived in. The dad was sitting on the couch watching football oblivious to our presence really. I think he mumbled,"If you like it make an offer." The walls were colorful from crayon markings running the length of the hallway. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom and bath. Converse and I walked into the master bath to find a gigantic Texas sized garden tub full of clean clothes! It was an amazing sight. We certainly exchanged looks. I remember being critical and thinking how could anyone let things get out of control like that? Seriously? A little effort people is all it takes. Will we have to write in the contract excluding all your clean clothes?
Oh how I have wised up at 40! Now I know that poor dad was sitting watching football because his laundry was done and ready to wear again. If only we had a Texas sized garden tub to fill up. Our clean clothes land on our bed with hope to fold them by nightfall. If not, they are placed at the foot of the bed on a blanket chest or are thrown on the floor if I am really tired. Usually the clean clothes are on the floor. I wrongly judged that family and now I am paying the price. I eat my words Laundry Fairy. That man was wise!
Since I do not have a garden tub the size of a small Volkswagen bug, I need to take it a step farther and figure out this question....where does laundry originate and why does it increase in volume faster than you can say Ratsafrat five times? If you have the answer, let me know. Until then I will continue to sort, launder, fold and put away the clothes I could have sworn were just washed. As for ironing and starching, that is so the 90's right?
Peace.
The "New Balance" Gal
Running Report: Aw, cooler mornings, new shoes and great tunes. Running has been fun the past few weeks.Difficult but a little more fun. 1/2 marathon coming up in 4 weeks. Trying so hard to increase my speed. Hope you are enjoying the first signs of autumn where you live. Peace.
How do you know the garden tub was full of clean clothes? It seems like it would be a better place to put dirty clothes. I think the only feasible solution to your laundry dilemma is to wear an outfit 2 days in a row. This would cut your laundry work load in half. However, you might want to invest in another stick of deodorant and some body sprays if this approach is tried. - ct
ReplyDeleteEven with the two of us right now, we sure have a lot of laundry. It's crazy...like you said, once you've finished, it fills up again so quickly. I think wearing jeans and such a couple times before washing isn't bad at all...think about the Europeans, they don't launder their clothes that often. But, if it's dirty, it's dirty...so hmmm....
ReplyDeleteThanks for all of your sweet comments recently. Hope you are having a peaceful week. :)