We had a busy, fun weekend. I posted early Saturday morning, but then never sat down to post again. But I did do most of my tasks this weekend. I cleaned and swept the kitchen both days, picked up the main areas on both days, and cleaned the main bathroom, vacuumed and probably a few more things. I didn’t wipe down the bathrooms at night, or fully complete any laundry.
Laundry is making me crazy. I’m definitely not ready to give up on the one-load-a-day-thing, but it’s just not going well. Laundry is a walk-away-and-then-remember-to-come-back task. This is what makes it hard for me. I’d much rather work like crazy on something for an uninterrupted amount of time than work for that same amount of time spread out over several hours. But until they invent a Jetson–esque washer and dryer (and I can afford one) I have to adjust.
So, for my task this week, I’m going to tweak my laundry routine.
I’m going to put a load into the washer as part of my evening routine, and then start the washer immediately when I get up in the morning. It will be done by the time I get home from dropping off the kids, and I can put it in the dryer, and I can get it folded by the time I go to bed that night.
Whew. That sounds complicated, but I’m hoping it won’t be. I just have to remember to start the washing machine as soon as I get up. Maybe I can use a sharpie to write START THE WASHER on my comforter, so I’ll see it when I make the bed. Or maybe I can open my laundry room door, which is right next to my bedroom door so that I’ll walk right into it when I leave my room to go to the kitchen. Except that hubby gets up before me, and if he ran into it . . . he might wake me up.
I’ll keep you posted on how this goes. I’m trying to keep from getting discouraged that laundry has been a such a difficult thing to conquer. It has been better. Even just the fact that I’m trying to do a load a day means that it stays much more under control.