laundry

in general, i like doing laundry. it sucks carrying it up and down the stairs, but for the most part it is really just waiting. 30 minutes for the wash; 45 for the dry. not hard to do. watch some television, prepare meals, do other chores, or if you're lucky, errands. it can be a really productive task.

the difficulty lies in what comes after. the folding, putting away, and the remaking of the bed. all incredibly painful tasks. my mother would probably tell you that i could happily live with my clothes stored in a pile at the foot of my bed. this may have been true when i was 10 or 12 (when my mother still did my laundry including the folding), but i have since grow out of that habit. that's why i keep a chair handy. but really, i do like to have my clothes nicely folded and put away; i just don't like to do it myself. when i sent out my laundry (the beauty of new york) i gladly put away my clothes; granted they were already nicely folded. i just can't muster the energy to fold and put away, after doing the laundry. i'm over the laundry and just want it to be done.

making the bed is worse. if tired enough, i will put off making it and just sleep in the top blanket (only for one night!). but this task could be made easier by having a room that truly fits a queen-sized bed. my bed barely fits; i only have access to one side when making it up. quite a difficult task i hope you know!

but laundry has to be done. i really hate to smell; as i suppose everyone does. though that feeling doesn't overcome my dislike of putting the clean ones away. i'm glaring at my bag of freshly washed garments as i write this. according to my previous post, i am making an effort of put everything away as it presents itself or, at the latest, by the end of the day. well... it's the end of the day and those clothes are just going to have to be put away! and the bed made. and the dishes washed. sheesh... i have a lot of work before bed!