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Tuesday, June 4, 2013
The laundry quandary
It's laundry day.
Again.
When we lived in our apartment in Grand Island I rather enjoyed doing laundry. Our washer and dryer were very conveniently located in a closet right next to our bedroom. I only had to carry the laundry six feet and wa-la it was put away. I did a load or two every day so I never got behind, and it never was a burden at all.
Where we currently live our laundry room is upstairs, through two doors, half-way down the garage and around the corner. I'm very thankful for our washer and dryer because I know a lot of people have to haul their laundry to laundromats; but nonetheless, laundry is no longer easy or convenient for me. There is the issue of carrying it up and down the stairs, not being able to hear when the dryer is done, and having to be properly dressed on the chance of encountering our landlord in the garage (no quick laundry run in pajamas right before bed). Add in the extremely attached 10-month-old, who not only cries the second I'm out of his sight, but is also capable of climbing the two flights of linoleum-covered steps to follow me, and this laundry-thing gets difficult, to say the least.
But the worst part about laundry? It's never completely done. Today I did six loads and they're all folded and ready to be put away. I was feeling proud of myself until I noticed a very dirty kitchen towel hanging on the stove. I got Wesley up from his nap and had to change his banana-covered shirt so when I took him outside the dog didn't devour him for an afternoon snack. And, of course, as I'm sitting here thinking about the never-ending task of laundry, I am wearing clothes. And so is my husband. Which means all of the laundry isn't done for the day. I'll no sooner have my six loads in drawers and there will be another one in the hamper.
I've thought about this quite a bit and come up with a common sense solution to the problem: everyone at my house needs to go naked for one day every week so I can get every scrap of laundry done and cross that task off my list. I'm not sure Warren will agree with me (he does ride horses all day every day), but I may try to convince him that my idea is brilliant, if not necessary.
The other option is that I would have to leave a permanent place on my list for laundry, and that's disheartening altogether.
Or, I could have a daughter with the intention of making her laundry-maid. But that might be flirting with child labor laws and that would be illegal.
O, the quandary...
Again.
When we lived in our apartment in Grand Island I rather enjoyed doing laundry. Our washer and dryer were very conveniently located in a closet right next to our bedroom. I only had to carry the laundry six feet and wa-la it was put away. I did a load or two every day so I never got behind, and it never was a burden at all.
Where we currently live our laundry room is upstairs, through two doors, half-way down the garage and around the corner. I'm very thankful for our washer and dryer because I know a lot of people have to haul their laundry to laundromats; but nonetheless, laundry is no longer easy or convenient for me. There is the issue of carrying it up and down the stairs, not being able to hear when the dryer is done, and having to be properly dressed on the chance of encountering our landlord in the garage (no quick laundry run in pajamas right before bed). Add in the extremely attached 10-month-old, who not only cries the second I'm out of his sight, but is also capable of climbing the two flights of linoleum-covered steps to follow me, and this laundry-thing gets difficult, to say the least.
But the worst part about laundry? It's never completely done. Today I did six loads and they're all folded and ready to be put away. I was feeling proud of myself until I noticed a very dirty kitchen towel hanging on the stove. I got Wesley up from his nap and had to change his banana-covered shirt so when I took him outside the dog didn't devour him for an afternoon snack. And, of course, as I'm sitting here thinking about the never-ending task of laundry, I am wearing clothes. And so is my husband. Which means all of the laundry isn't done for the day. I'll no sooner have my six loads in drawers and there will be another one in the hamper.
I've thought about this quite a bit and come up with a common sense solution to the problem: everyone at my house needs to go naked for one day every week so I can get every scrap of laundry done and cross that task off my list. I'm not sure Warren will agree with me (he does ride horses all day every day), but I may try to convince him that my idea is brilliant, if not necessary.
The other option is that I would have to leave a permanent place on my list for laundry, and that's disheartening altogether.
Or, I could have a daughter with the intention of making her laundry-maid. But that might be flirting with child labor laws and that would be illegal.
O, the quandary...
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