So my girlfriend Karen advised me that the only way to keep up with laundry is to wash a load a day. Who woulda thunk it? A lifetime of doing laundry and that never entered my mind! Duhhhhh. I was washing clothes all weekend and being MISERABLE. Never catching up. Always stressed and feeling like a failure. I guess I never thought of it because my mother washed clothes on the weekend. (and there were FIVE of us kids!) I think that's all she did all weekend...
So on that April day in 2009, I started doing a load a day and I have to say - JOY.
Well - the other night I was out with my chicas (yesssss - cornbag night...) and we were discussing laundry. I was commenting about my obsessiveness with laundry - that I hang almost every piece of clothing to obviate the act of pulling clothes out of drawers and crumpling them up and stuffing them back in. ( That is - if I'm lucky and don't find them on the floor pretending to be dirty clothes.)
My chicas were astounded. They couldn't believe that I put clean clothes away. Or didn't at least make my kids responsible for it (no way - I'd lose my mind if I tried to do THAT!)
To my shock and delight, most admitted that their families lived out of the laundry room! Piles of clean clothes decorate their laundry rooms 24/7. Many said clean clothes never make it to the bedroom. I was feeling like, "Wow - this is a dirty little secret!" I had no idea. Was I crazy making myself crazy doing laundry and putting clothes away???? Are their lives less stressed because of this protest of sorts?
But NO! I would truly lose my mind if that was what I did. I have heart failure when I walk into my laundry room and there is a basket of unfolded clean clothes. But PILES????!!!!! Just commit me - seriously kittens - it would put me over the edge.
Then one said it. And the rest agreed.
"But I change all the beds every Saturday."