|My laundry pile was much larger than this. |
This would have been manageable.
Normally, I love Saturdays. A day where I get to sleep in, don't have to go to work, and can do whatever I want all day...what's not to love? Well this Saturday, there was plenty not to love because it was Laundry Day. Now, I can hear those of you who don't know Lainey too well thinking, "Well, isn't every Saturday laundry day?" The simple answer is, "No, it's not."
Our heroine has a slightly different approach to laundry. Like any red-blooded American female, I pride myself on having a fairly extensive wardrobe. Extensive enough, in fact, that I have to trade out apparel from my dressers seasonally. All four seasons will not fit in my closet, two dressers, one lingerie chest, and eight Ikea bookshelf baskets. Yeah, I know that's a lot of clothing storage and it still doesn't cover it by half.
|Imagine this loaded with baskets full of clothing. |
That's only part of my clothing storage system.
|Did you know you could break one of these|
if you overload it with too many clothes?
While this lackadaisical approach (Yes, I spell checked lackadaisical and it was spelled correctly on the first try) to laundry frees up a lot of time on non-laundry weekends, it has consequences. Yesterday, I faced those consequences head on in the form of several mountainous piles of laundry. There was no more avoiding it. It had to be done because I was out of socks and other unmentionables that I won't mention.
I know that was redundant, I don't care!
Five and a half hours, one load of whites, one load of colors, two loads of reds, and two loads of jeans later, I still wasn't done. Laundry Day came to a close because I ran out of fabric softener, not because I ran out of laundry to wash. Yes, I could have gone to the store and gotten more and yes, I had dryer sheets on hand as a back-up. But, I had done six loads already and I was more than ready to stop for the day. Luckily, I had someone who was willing to hang in with me via text messaging and keep me entertained and laughing throughout most of the ordeal. :-)
Thank goodness for insomnia! It got laundry day restarted at 6 a.m. this morning. A load of khakis are in the dryer and a load of darks are in the washer as I type. I figure two more loads of colors and one more load of darks ought to finish out my laundry weekend.
|Folded and ready to be put away.|
Don't judge! Everybody has something they procrastinate in doing. I only take procrastination to the extreme with laundry, it could be much worse.
What necessary evil do you put off doing as long as possible?