In honor of the Vernal Equinox, I thought I’d share a recent story of giving myself another chance.
You know how quickly you can get behind in something as essential and unrelenting as laundry? Yeah. Me too. In fact for the last couple of weeks it has been a truck load of bricks hanging above my head 24/7. Well, to be precise, it’s been 56 pounds (and growing) of bricks hanging over my head.
No matter how much I got done in a day I always could beat myself up over the fact that I still hadn’t done any laundry. Not that I had time or actual motivation to do something about Mount Washmore.
I realized that if I didn’t do something SOON, I would be back at Target for that walk of secret shame known as “buying more underwear because you don’t have anymore clean.”
Until I remembered a little conversation I had with PC over a year ago. She’s a funny gal. Unembarrassed about her lack of motivation toward the domestic arts, she uses her oven as a book storage unit to the point where the gas company had to come out and check her stove because they hadn’t used any and the gas company was certain they had bypassed the meter. Nope. Just don’t even boil water on the stove.
ANYWAY. PC also doesn’t do laundry.
Turns out there is a Twin Cities equivalent of the NYC “Fluff ‘n Fold.”
I seriously had no idea.
And yesterday I called PC and demanded to know WHERE this scion of ablution was located. (Marshall and Cleveland, for those of you wondering.)
So this morning I loaded up the bags into the car (yes. I said bags. Don’t judge me. There was reason I couldn’t bring myself to start) and made my way over there.
These saints of suds didn’t care about my lame excuses. When I tried to tell the guy how I’d been really busy and have fallen behind and I really didn’t think it would come to this again (promises promises. Don’t want this guy to think I’m a total slob of a housekeeper afterall. The whole blogosphere can know, I guess but not this guy.) His response to the lame excuses? “Got anything in there you don’t want in the dryer?”
I almost wept.
And then they called and said it was all ready (folded and the socks matched!!) around 3 p.m.
If I wasn’t such a
cheap frugal person, I could become addicted.
Oh! and I want to make note that within 15 minutes of the boys helping me bring it all in from the car it was ALL put away.
So there! I’m caught up with that for 10 minutes.