Day Eight

Laundry. The bane of my existence. I'll wash it. I'll dry it. Fold it? Eh. Perhaps. If there is a good movie on, it helps. Putting it away...well...I think some of my readers will empathize with my frustration with the laundry process.

Upon reflection I think a piece of my frustration lies in the maintaining of motivation. Let me explain. Usually, on the outset of the laundry process, I'm quite eager to begin. I sort. Pile. Cheerfully throw in a load with soap. I turn the button, and, PRESTO! I wait. Well to be honest usually during this time I find some new adventure to occupy my time. Suddenly I realize the washer is off! Oh yeah! It isn't much to move the load over to the dryer. No problem. The chime (pardon, more like a HEART ATTACK WAITING TO HAPPEN FROM A BUZZER THAT I CAN'T TURN OFF!!!) communicates the end of the dryer cycle.

Now I come to my point. I no longer care about laundry. It's been over 45 minutes since the process started. I've found 3 different magazines to read, my facebook to divert the brain, blog to type, started a Skype conversation with a sister, and have probably put off starting in on some scholastic endeavors. All of this in the time it took for ONE load to be dried. One! I'm not even finished withe the process! It has to continue!

I don't get how some people do it. An acquaintance in college used to brag about how he had it timed down to a two hour process. He would take all of his clothes, presorted of course, to the laundry mat. there he would start 2 loads while he soaked a third...took out the delicate at the precise time...never had a miss matched sock in his life...bla bla bla...

Yeah that's not me. I live by the, waste not, want not motto. Who the heck cares if I only have 5 whites this week? I'll just throw a few of these jeans in here, and we will call it a "load."

My mother used to spend one day just focused on doing laundry. She would start in the morning, and I distinctly remember her still ironing at three in the afternoon! That woman has STAMINA!

I, on the other hand, am like the Wily Coyote. While I see the wisdom of starting a task and following through to completion, I also see that there are 7 other things I could be doing right now. Thus at the end of the day I have started 8 different projects, and not finished a single one!

It was my goal last quarter to do at least two loads of laundry during the week. Thus spreading out the pain of having to fold piles upon piles of clothes. This actually as worked out really well (I do recommend it). However, with company (My dear Shark Bait had to leave this morning), I didn't feel as though I could quite as easily pull out my darks and lights to throw them in the wash. 

All this to say: Today's goal? Fold a load of Laundry Woman!

So two of my minutes were spent folding and putting away the first load. I do much better when the load is warm and fresh out of the dryer. That alarm still does not endear me to the dryer any more then it did the first day that it rang. However, at least then I do not have the excuse of "not remembering."

There are two more piles to fold, and maybe I'll get there before bed. If not? Well. I always can take another Two Minutes Tomorrow.


-Pattertwig