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Tales from the Laundry Bin
Sep. 15th, 2012 08:16 amI'm thinking deep laundry thoughts this morning. My original plan for today was to load up all my blankets and sheets and take them (via bus!) to the laundromat for washing and drying. As it turns out I'm not feeling energetic enough to haul that much laundry down the stairs, to the bus stop, and back again, so I'm changing plans. My big need is for some blankets, as it's gotten chilly at night, but it's not that chilly. So I'll wash one or two of the lighter blankets, the ones that will actually fit in my tiny hooks-up-to-the-kitchen-sink clothes washer, and that should be enough for now. Next week (I hope) I can do the rest.
I should also start thinking about getting out my cold-weather clothes, which will also need washing. Not a lot of washing, just enough to get the smell of the plastic bin they've been sitting in for months out of them. Before that happens I need to get all of last week's dirty clothes washed, which (along with the blankets) will take all day. This is the trade-off for not going to the laundromat: having only one machine to wash things in means it takes a long time to get through the pile. As a matter of theory my life would be easier if I just did one load of laundry a night all week, but I don't always have enough clothes of one type to make a full load and, since the machine hooks up to the sink I can't do dishes if I'm doing laundry.
And I'm really kind of horrible at housework. I mean, really. When my married women friends complain about all the things that their husbands do, non-housekeeping-wise, I wince inside because I do all those things. It's embarrassing to find yourself defending the practice of building little pyramids of trash on top of the trash bin instead of just tying the bag shut, taking out the trash, and putting a new bag in. (But I live on the second floor! And what if I've already changed into my nightgown? You don't expect me to get dressed just to take out the trash, right?)
So. Lots of cleaning in my weekend plans! But I think I'll also schedule some time for fun things as well. I am slowly learning that I need to have some relax-time, that I can't perpetually exist going from working at the store to working on my writing to working on keeping things clean. I need to take breaks, or I run down to the point where I don't get anything done. And because even I am allowed to have nice things every once and awhile.
I should also start thinking about getting out my cold-weather clothes, which will also need washing. Not a lot of washing, just enough to get the smell of the plastic bin they've been sitting in for months out of them. Before that happens I need to get all of last week's dirty clothes washed, which (along with the blankets) will take all day. This is the trade-off for not going to the laundromat: having only one machine to wash things in means it takes a long time to get through the pile. As a matter of theory my life would be easier if I just did one load of laundry a night all week, but I don't always have enough clothes of one type to make a full load and, since the machine hooks up to the sink I can't do dishes if I'm doing laundry.
And I'm really kind of horrible at housework. I mean, really. When my married women friends complain about all the things that their husbands do, non-housekeeping-wise, I wince inside because I do all those things. It's embarrassing to find yourself defending the practice of building little pyramids of trash on top of the trash bin instead of just tying the bag shut, taking out the trash, and putting a new bag in. (But I live on the second floor! And what if I've already changed into my nightgown? You don't expect me to get dressed just to take out the trash, right?)
So. Lots of cleaning in my weekend plans! But I think I'll also schedule some time for fun things as well. I am slowly learning that I need to have some relax-time, that I can't perpetually exist going from working at the store to working on my writing to working on keeping things clean. I need to take breaks, or I run down to the point where I don't get anything done. And because even I am allowed to have nice things every once and awhile.
