If you’re in college, or just lazy, you know what I’m talking about. Letting your laundry overflow the basket. Waiting until you only have one clean shirt, and have now worn the same pair of jeans 5 days in a row. You’ve literally gone to the store and bought new underwear to further the procrastination of laundry day. Nope, you aren’t alone.
In the beautiful days, before I did my own laundry, on a planet far far away, my mother would note that it was a waste of water and detergent to wash less than an entire load of laundry at once. So thanks, mom. You instilled frugal qualities deep inside of me long before I ever touched a Tide pod. Rarely do I actually have full loads of clothes before I reach the point of having no clothes at all. Therefore it’s not financially sound for me to wash clothes.. right?
Out of the millions of t-shirts I own and refuse to get rid of- I might actually wear roughly 6 of them. Tops. Clearly, 6 articles of laundry is not enough to contemplate turning the washing machine on. Therefore I must try on every other shirt I own and toss it on the ground (it’s automatically labeled dirty once it hits the floor) and put on one of the 6 already disgusting shirts I’ll actually wear. Determining ripeness with the “smell test”. Finally, after I repeat this step every day of the week every article of clothing I own is on the floor and we can begin to think about washing them. Probably not anytime soon though.
Once I’ve stained and broke a sweat in my six favorite shirts I had to find alternate solutions. Let me just pull out that workout tank I’ve had since eighth grade, it fits.. kinda.. and will give me another day to put off Mt. Laundry.
It’s the day. I spend hours doing laundry, washing everything I own. Only to plop it on the bed- clean and fresh, never to be folded. Awaiting its cyclical place on the floor where I will continue to step over it as though I don’t see it.
If this sounds a lot like you, just know you aren’t alone.
Until laundry day, next month.
