Living without the luxury of laundry facilities on premises is an acquired taste and I am not a fan. Nope, not a fan of the lifestyle, but hey - my rent is cheap, so I can deal. I finally did some laundry yesterday after letting it pile up for about a month and I can safely say, I've got the process down.
1. Separate (whites, lights, darks, dry clean) before leaving for laundromat.
2. Get cash for change machines.
3. Drop off laundry at laundromat.
4. Run errands to Target, Trader Joe's, etc.
5. Change laundry from washer to dryer, removing all items that must not be dried.
6. Drop off groceries at home and hang up wet clothes removed from washers.
7. Pick up laundry at laundromat, folding before departure.
8. Return home for another month of letting laundry pile up.
I seriously HATE doing laundry, even more than doing dishes. But after the process I must always go through to obtain fresh sheets, I feel a sense of satisfaction, like I actually accomplished something for the day and it motives me to be productive for the rest of it.
Yesterday, after returning home from laundry fun, I set a bag filled with detergent, softener, bleach and wet clothes on my bed while I started putting away clean, dry clothes. The smell of chlorine had followed me inside the house and I was confused as to where it was coming from, until I realized I had bleach ... in a bag ... on my bed.
Oh, bleach. You do so much good, yet cause so much destruction. RIP beige duvet, blue corduroy jacket, new dress only worn once and blue sweatshirt I love so much. You will be missed.
Needless to say, I was not very productive after this.
