I hesitate to complain about laundry. Every time I do, my mom or a friend will quickly point out to me that I only have to do laundry for myself and not the "___" other people living in the house. While I accept the premise of the argument, I counter that doing laundry for one has it's own challenges. Especially one the one is me.
For starters, I wait until almost everything that I own is in need of laundry before I put the first load of clothes into the washer. This is a bad habit developed in college when one had to trek three floors over and down for the laundry room. (This is also the reason that I happen to own a month's worth of underwear.)
Laundry not being my favorite past time, I then vow to accomplish the entire backlog all in one day. Not the most exciting way to spend a Saturday I must point out. It also inevitably leads to a late night of ironing because I also refuse to put clothes back into my closet unless ready to wear. (Starting to see my problem?)
Last and certainly not least, I have a strange need to have completely empty laundry baskets. I have been known to pull off the clothes I am wearing and put on my bath robe so that for a moment in time, everything I own is clean. For unclear (but clearly in need of therapy) reasons this makes me extremely happy.
Bet you can't guess what I did this weekend?
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