Have you ever noticed how laundry is never actually done? I mean completely finished. Even if your hamper is empty, the clothes that you are wearing right now will need to be washed. If you’ve just showered, and haven’t gotten dressed yet, your towel is used, and therefore could technically be considered laundry.
This may seem strange, but once I realized that laundry is never really done I felt a huge weight lifted off of me. I had been feeling somehow inadequate because I was never able to finish it.
Why do I ponder such things? Because laundry is a big part of my daily life, actually it is a REALLY BIG part of my daily life. I do at least 3, and more often 4 or 5 loads of laundry every day. Yes, I said every day. I start a load shortly after I get up in the morning (around 6ish), and the washer and dryer are running pretty much constantly until around 7 or 8 p.m. On an average day I wash a load or two of towels, a load or two of blankets, two queen size comforters, five waterproof mattress pads (that go under the comforters on the dog’s futons) and a few dog beds. Why so much laundry? As you already know I live with multiple rescue dogs. Many of those dogs are with me because they have “issues”, and often one of those issues is unreliable house training. So, they tend to pee on stuff, including dog beds and blankets. Did I mention that I also spend a lot of my day mopping floors?
Sometimes the laundry basket seems unusually heavy.
If I didn’t live with a big bunch of dogs (not to be confused with a bunch of big dogs), I would only do one load of laundry a week – my laundry – usually one load of mixed colors, because I learned a trick recently. If you use a color catcher thingy, you can mix a load of lights and darks, and they come out fine.
Not that I have any super nice clothes to ruin anyway. I’m sure you can imagine, my usual “outfit” (and I’m probably insulting the word here) consists of jeans and a T-shirt, or this time of year, sweatpants and a sweatshirt (or jeans, and a nicer sweatshirt or maybe even an actual sweater if I’m going out into the world.) My clothing always has the bonus of a nice layer of dog and cat hair on it too, even when it’s clean. Good thing I don’t have an actual job to go to, or I’d probably be that person in the office who everyone whispers about. Come to think of it I’ve never had a job where I was required to wear nice clothes. I’ve always worn either scrubs or the traditional “animal worker person” uniform of jeans and a T-shirt. Sometimes in my fancier jobs I even had a company logo on my shirts! Woo-Hoo! No wonder I wear what I do every day…yet another mystery solved.
“What? it’s nice and warm in here”