It was 2:48. I needed to be at my kid’s school by 3:00. The school is five minutes away.
It was officially an awkward pause in my day. What could I possibly accomplish in seven minutes?
But it was a Monday, and Monday is Laundry Day. And I was rocking Laundry Day on that particular Monday.
Really. When Laundry Day is consistent and I’m really, truly only doing seven days’ worth of clothing for my family of five, I do five loads. Two darks (nice stuff; t-shirts/workout stuff), one whites, one lights, and jeans/dark towels.
If I can put in a load early enough on Sunday night that I can move it to the dryer and put a second load in the washing machine before I go to bed, I’m shocked at how fast I move through Laundry Day on Monday.
My final load of the day had just finished drying. If . . . IF . . . I could get that load folded (straight out the dryer since that method makes laundry magically disappear instead of creating a wrinkly mountain in my living room), I’d be done. Done before 3 p.m. y’all. That’s big.
So I tried.
Even if I didn’t finish before I needed to leave, I’d be five more minutes down the road to Laundry Success.
I’d be proud of myself for not wasting that particular Awkward Pause.
I made it. Here’s proof. I didn’t get it put away, but I matched and “folded” an entire load of (not bright) whites. And y’all, that’s the load I hate folding straight out of the dryer the very most!
2:53, and Laundry Day was done. Except for the putting away of that very very last load, but still.
Have you tried Laundry Day? Have you joined the (totally unofficial, dues-free) club? I encourage you to try it. It is THE best way I’ve found to keep laundry under control for my ADD, project-focused-mundane-task-resistant brain.
Here’s the long version of how I came to figure out that it’s the best way for me. (Including links to the many other methods I tried that were miserable failures.)