It’s that time of the week again.
I fucking hate laundry day.
First you have to sort all the crap that has been worn or used during the week. Then you have to lug each load from the bedroom to the garage. Stuff the stuff into the machine. Put in the detergent and fabric softener. Then you take it out once the cycle is done, put it in the dryer, and then it’s quite literally lather, rinse, repeat.
Then you have to put all that crap away. Folding, hanging, stuffing in drawers… Feels like it takes forever.
Then a week or so goes by, and you have to do it all over again. It’s not my favorite part of home ownership, as you may be able to tell.
One of these days I’ll get a head start on it. I’ll get to where I don’t dread it. I don’t see that happening any time soon though. I’ll probably hate it just as much a few months/years from now. Blah.