Why?

[azurelunatic]

Why do I put off laundry so long? What is it about walking to the laundry room, stuffing the clothes in machines, adding the detergent, transferring the sodden things over to the dryers, bringing it all back, and putting it away that is so repugnant to me? I just don't get it. Do I never have time?

At any rate, I dragged the huge bag of laundry to the room, and got it all started up.

I suppose part of it could date to when I was doing BJ's laundry as well as my own. He would never do laundry; I always was responsible. I tended to leave it for as long as possible until I was wearing the last things I had to wear...

Adam usually helped me do laundry. It wasn't that I really needed much help, but he'd carry one of the baskets, help me shift stuff from washer to dryer, would put away his own clothes. Marx helped when asked, as well, and would occasionally do laundry by himself.

It's time I got over the laundrophobia.

Oh, and my floppy drive works. The corner's dented, so it may not fit in the computer ever again, but it's operating correctly.

Comments

[crimmycat.livejournal.com]

is part of that you put it off so long it becomes this massive looming inevitability? It is for me :-)

[azurelunatic]

By the time I do it, it's three washers' worth, one black, one colored and white, and another very dark with a lot of black. When Adam still lived here, there was more white laundry.