MY new tactic. I’m pretty sure those why-would-anyone-do-it-another-way-when-this-way-makes-sense types have been doing this since the invention of dryers.
Once upon a time, I owned quite a collection of laundry baskets.
They represented my dreams of an organized laundry system that would make it possible to never have to peek around the corner to see if it was safe to make a beeline for the laundry room in search of clean undies.
As is often the case in my life, bringing together the dream and reality produces a certain amount of irony.
I finally have an organized laundry system that actually works for my brain and in my home, and that system has led me to get rid of almost all my laundry baskets.
But . . . I’m using this basket. This one basket. This one basket that perfectly fits one load of laundry.
Last week, I started trying the oft-recommended and long-resisted Fold the Clothes Right Out of the Dryer Method.
I had resisted for so long because of a fear (and too-good-to-ignore-logical-excuse) that it would add too much time to my method of doing all my laundry in one day. I love the opportunity to focus and change over loads as quickly as possible, and taking the time to fold an entire load in the middle of each change-over seemed like it would break the flow.
I was wrong. It doesn’t take that much time since the clothes are warm and fluffy and foldable. And just like with the dishes, one load only takes a few minutes to fold while seven loads piled high on the loveseat takes waaaayyyy longer than “A Few Minutes” times Seven.
As I fold, I have been using the top of the washer and the door of the dryer to divide each load into stacks for different people Then I put it all into the ONE basket to be carried through the house and delivered to drawers.
Immediately after I start the next load cycle.
Disclaimer: This is my new tactic. I’m not yet calling it “How I Do Laundry” because there’s still an 85% chance that I will have days when the rationalization that I just don’t have the time to do something other than pile on Laundry Mountain will be too much to resist.
But hey, new habits have to start somewhere, right?
