The Mother Load

This September Shane and I will have been married for nine years. Of those nine years we have lived in various apartments and only one included a washer and dryer -- we only lived there for 2 years. When we moved for law school, we had to "down grade" to save on money. That meant moving into a smaller apartment and either forgoing a dishwasher or washer and dryer (the cheap ones apparently only come with one or the other). Having been without both, I knew I could not live without a dishwasher again. I LOATH washing dishes by hand. The past 5 years (that's how long we've been in this apartment) have been interesting when it comes to our laundry. We typically wear an item of clothing until it's more grime than cloth. So far we still have friends and they still hug us goodbye when we leave, so apparently it's all OK. We also seem to stockpile clothes. Even if clothes don't fit or they have stains/holes in them, we still keep and wear them simply because that means we can go that much longer without doing laundry. There are only two washers and dryers in our building and they are all the way down at the end of the building. I can't tell you how deflating it is to pack up a bag of laundry, carry it down 3 flights of stairs, drag it all the way to the end of the building, just to have them full with a line of laundry baskets waiting. Ugh.... That's a major reason why we don't do laundry very often. What that also means is that once in a while I have to go to the laundry mat to do a BIG wash.

Today was that day.

I sorted, packed up, carried down 3 flights of stairs to load in the car 14 loads of laundry. That's right -- the Mother load. You might have wondered where that expression came from and now you know. 14 freakin' loads of laundry! You should have seen everybody's faces when I went into the laundry mat. What's sad is that I've done this several times before -- with the kids.

The Mother Load

The kids do pretty well at the laundry mat. They have cable TV there and what's not to love about that? That's better than Disney Land when all you have is bunny ears at home! What's funny about going to the laundry mat is that when you leave you think, "Man, I just spent 2 hours in there and came out with 14 loads of clean laundry. That's incredible!" Then you get home and haul all of it BACK up the 3 flights of stairs only to realize you still have to FOLD said laundry. Well, I've taken my break long enough and now it's back to folding. Wish me luck and hopefully I'll come out alive!

P.S. Anyone can feel free to come and help if they are looking for the best time of their lives!