Laundry

I hate, hate, hate doing laundry. I love the end result, I hate the process. Especially the putting things away part. Such a hassle! Of course, in the grand scheme of things, putting things away creates less of a hassle than not putting things away, and then later wondering where that shirt you want to wear is, or even worse, god forbid, having to IRON. I'm a horrible ironer. The iron may be one of my arch rivals in this life.

The other big hassle is that the only things I actually dry in the drier are underwear and towels. Everything else gets hung to dry. Which is a hassle, and leads to the unavailability of doorways since I hang everything in them. And then to get into the closet or bathroom or room you have to stoop down so as not to knock the precariously hanging wet, clean clothes from their perch. That is a huge laundry pet-peeve of mine.

So today, feeling under the weather (deargoddon'tletitbeswineflu) and having too much to do, I threw caution to the wind and decided to dry all my clothes. So, tomorrow should be interesting: I'll either have nice, clean, dry clothes to wear, or my nice, clean dry clothes will not fit because they were dried. I guess we'll just have to wait and see....

Meanwhile, I better feel better soon because my fabulous vacation (aka my long weekend) is next weekend and I cannot, will not, must not be sick for this long awaited event!