It’s Monday. Sooooo, obviously . . . it’s Laundry Day.
The best/smoothest/make-me-feel-like-I’ve-got-this-homemaker-thing-down Laundry Days begin on Sunday evening.
So last night we gathered and sorted last week’s dirty clothes and I started a load of towels.
(Towels are my favorite Sunday Night Start Load because I can put them in the dryer and they won’t clank and knock around if I go to bed before they’re finished.)
But last night I almost forgot to put them in the dryer.
When I actually did remember, I felt a flash of pride. But I opened the dryer to throw them in, and my pride went away.
Fast.
Because there was the load I had accidentally-on-purpose left in the dryer . . . since last week’s Laundry Day.
I was tired. Like, I’d already decided I was done for the night BEFORE I walked past that blankety-blank laundry room and remembered that I needed to switch over the load of towels.
So . . . I consciously rebelled against my newfound understanding of what it takes to have a Super Duper Successful Laundry Day, and deposited that week-old load of sheets and towels on the loveseat.
I know. The Laundry Hero has fallen.
But it was just ONE LOAD.
Except that this morning when I saw it (only because I have people coming over for lunch today), I realized that ONE load is enough to make the loveseat un-sit-on-able.
So one load, twenty loads . . . what’s really the difference?
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One of my cousins who lived alone for years called the washer “Hamper” and the dryer “Dresser”.
I sometimes call my dryer “iron”. Other times I just embrace the wrinkles.
Yes . . . embrace the wrinkles! Love it!
At least the clothes from last week were in the dryer instead of the washer like mine.I had to wash them 3 times to get all the mildew and stink out of them.
Been there, done that! ‘Nuff said.
The difference between one load and twenty is that one load is much easier to put away and be caught up. And relax on the love seat.
While mulling my Slob issues in regard to laundry and distractibility, I realized that a work-at-home job I had for years fit and reinforced some of my issues. I answered emails and “live help” queries on quite a wide array of topics. Answering questions that arrive via “live help” involves dealing with an ongoing flow of distractions. While I had that job, I’d put in a load of laundry (in the basement) near the start of my work (upstairs) hours. With the washer, I was likely to completely forget about the laundry-in-progress until the next day. With the dryer, I’d be unable to leave my work station when the buzzer went off. By the time my work shift ended, following up on laundry-in-progress rarely made it onto my radar of next things to do. (I know a Normal Person could put up a post-it note reminder and follow through on it, but that’s not so effective for someone with Slob Vision.)
Another perk of the job answering “live help” and emails: I got to analyze the inquiries to an extent, but deadlines saved me from my Slob tendency toward overthinking and analysis paralysis.