As you can imagine, a family of 6 creates a lot of laundry.
I don’t particularly enjoy doing laundry. It’s not exactly what I call “fun”.
But I don’t much mind it either.
I know, it’s weird.
I guess, in my own little way, I feel that it’s how I serve my little family in love.
Behind the scenes, while children nap, as he works at the office…I fold the same pair of pants for the 86th time.
Unceremoniously. Quietly. And let’s face it, thanklessly.
Because at least a home cooked dinner brings with it yums and smacking of lips and rubbing of tummies.
A fresh stack of clean choners, while nice, doesn’t typically elicit shouts of joy.
That being said, my most leastest (yes, I just made that word up) favorite part of laundry is the putting awaying (another made up word).
The washing and drying…well, I’m not really the one doing that anyway. We’re not Amish. We have a couple Maytag’s that do the heavy lifting on that front.
And folding…I mean, it’s boring. And tedious. And I don’t love it, but it’s whatevs.
But there’s just something horrifically awful about putting it all away when you are done.
Plus, I don’t have a “real” laundry room. It’s basically an oversized closet that houses my washer and dryer, a vacuum and a trash can.
Sure, it’s better than nothing, but it really stinks to have to fold on my bed. Because it basically means my bedroom looks like this…
ALL. THE. TIME.
And then there are the days that I get sidetracked and forget that I didn’t put away laundry…until I hobble upstairs in a drowsy stupor dreaming of my bed…only to find every square inch of it covered in folded, sorted, (clean) clothes.
By then I’m too tired to put it all away…so I do what any normal person does: I just move it to any other flat surface in my bedroom. Dressers. Desks. Chairs. Bathroom sinks.
Which is always such a nice way to wake up the next morning.
And so, someday, when I win the lotto (that I don’t play), I will have a house with a real laundry room.
A laundry room that has three mandatory elements: 1) a countertop (for folding), 2) a door (to close and hide mid-way laundry efforts), and 3) two dryers (so I can get through it all that much faster).
Thanks to Pinterest, I can drool over other people’s laundry rooms…and then seethe at the piles on my bed.
Natural light? Bright and light? Plenty of counter space? I’ll take two.
Access from the master bedroom closet? Genius.
See? It doesn’t have to be fancy. A simple L-shaped counter and cubbies for baskets. I’m not high maintenance. For the most part.
I don’t need a bunch of room. Just squeeze it in wherever. It’s cool.
Forget the fresh flowers…look at all that counter space!!! Jealous. A lot.
Is it sad that I’d take this room over a 10 carat diamond ring in a heartbeat? Don’t answer that.
What’s your least favorite part of doing laundry? What’s the one thing you would love to have in your laundry room (besides a maid to do it for you)?