I Hate Laundry

Every morning, I'm woken by a sweet sunrise melody. Do you hear it? It sounds like rainbows landing on the meadow. It's the song of tiny woodland creatures tweeting and chirping as my laundry magically gets done and folded and floats back into my little yellow cottage in the clearing... the one where the rays of sun (and rainbows) are always landing... between some whistling song that all the squirrels and robins know the words to, my children's folded clothes float into the drawers (that magically open and close) just as the elves or bears or whatevers wake for their bowls of porridge. 
Isn't that a lovely way to hallucinate your chores away?

There's really no task I despise more than laundry. It's not that I don't love the smell of soft towels just out of the dryer. And it's not that I like to walk around in dirty clothes smelling like last week's dinner. It's just that it's one of those things that never seems to end. There's never a day you can say, "I am ALL caught up with the laundry" because even while doing laundry, we're wearing and dirtying the clothes and towels that will need washing on yet another day. It's like Sisyphus getting his boulder almost to the top of the hill only to have it roll all the way back down to the bottom... just to be rolled up the hill again the next day.

Helpful elves or woodland creatures are nowhere to be found!

As much as I seriously hate laundry (and, truth be told, elves too), I can't very well have my children running around wearing last week's mac & cheese on their chests or myself exuding the smelly remnants of an afternoon in the garden. So like it or not (NOT)... the laundry must be done. I do the very minimums to get this chore as close to complete as possible. I follow some basic rules: I separate clothes into three piles: colors, darks & jeans, and whites. Then wash and dry them all in the appropriate temperatures. And, one load at a time, I remove them from the dryer, take a deep breath of clean...

and leave piles everywhere never to be folded or hung.

Well, not NEVER. The piling is my survival mechanism for times when life gets crazy busy. Which, with all the traveling and homeschooling, piling laundry has been more the rule than the exception of late. And by late, I mean the last six months. Piling was okay when I was in the town home. The laundry machines were on the top floor between my room and the kids'. The hallway became our hallway "closet" where we all went to find clothes each morning. Down on the second and first floors, no one was ever the wiser. But every night, I'd walk up the stairs to my room, and just like I imagine Sisyphus doing, my shoulders would slump knowing that my task was still not done. Still, I was comforted knowing that I had the machines and at least our clothes were convenient to clean.

But now... I don't even have a washer and dryer anymore!!

I can't even remember the last time I didn't have a washer or dryer at my disposal. Two years ago, when we sold our home, we sold the machines, too. We were moving into the town home that already had a set and I didn't need to worry about getting a new set. And now, two and a half years later, I'm scraping for quarters to go to the laundromat.

I really do have a point to telling you my tale of woe.

I'm flying out to Scottsdale to the Bosch facilities for a Blogger Retreat called "From Hamper to Hangar". Not only do we get to check out the new energy and water efficient Bosch Vision Laundry pair (they front load and are supposed to make laundry much easier... and greener), but we also get to be trained by some nice organizational elves experts from The Container Store on techniques beyond my piling "system". This is actually really good timing for me considering the fact that I am without machines. 

And laundromats give me a rash. 

Oddly enough, I'm kind of excited about this laundry trip. I can check out a washer and dryer as well as some organizing tips that could quite possibly make my life easier. No word yet on whether they will be giving us tiny woodland creatures or elves as parting gifts, but...

Anyway, for those of you that hate tolerate laundry as much as I do, I'll take copious notes, pictures, and video and report back all that I learn. May the force be with us.