Or…the ever dreaded laundry day.
In a perfect world, I would have a washer/dryer connection in my home, my older children would do their own laundry and I would never have to step foot inside another laundry mat again. Ever. In. Life. Alas, this is not a perfect world, and I don’t have a washer and dryer at home.
Thursdays are laundry days in our house. At least, they’re supposed to be. With seven people living in our small house, I really need to discipline myself to stay on top of this necessary task. But I don’t. Most of the time, I put it off until three weeks have gone by and my kids are screaming they’re out of underwear and my husband is out of uniforms and socks.
It’s not even the actual washing, drying and folding part of doing laundry that I hate. It’s the loading baskets into the van, unloading them from the van, finding washers, fighting for dryers and then loading them back into the van just to unload them again at home part that I hate hate hate. Mostly it’s the fighting for dryers part that gets to me. People get territorial over machines at the laundry mat, whether they have clothes in them or not!
Laundry is not new. Mothers across time have lamented the woes of washing clothes. From the times of beating clothes on rocks and then washing them in the river to today’s most technologically advanced machines, we have been reminding our men and kids to keep their dirty laundry picked up off the floor and sweating through the task of keeping clothes clean. It is one job that never gets done. It doesn’t matter how hard or long we work at it. We wake up the next morning and BAM! More laundry. It’s just like rolling a huge boulder up a hill only to have it roll back down once we’re near the top. It literally never ends.
I vote for nudity ALL the time! Just think of it…no dirty undies and pants littering the floor. No shirts left hanging on doorknobs because…”Mooom, I planned on wearing that again tomorrow!” No socks that look like they just might get up and walk away. All nudity, all the time. Just human bodies in all of their splendid glory.
Okay, maybe that’s not such a good idea. Besides, we’d still have linen, towels, cleaning rags and things like that to wash.
Dang. I was almost on to something there. What about you? Anyone out there have any creative solutions to the laundry/laundry mat dilemma? Or even just a funny laundry story you want to share?