Well, since moving into our townhouse, that day has finally arrived. It has been pure bliss laundry-wise. And while the washer and dryer are the cheapest, junkiest ones out there and I do wish sometimes that I could choose the temperature on the dryer, it's heavenly in comparison to our pre-townhouse state, and I am just grateful that I have a washing machine. They really are amazing. So unbelievably convenient. And there are people in the world who have never even seen a washing machine.
I know it probably sounds completely ridiculous to some - okay, ALL - of you - but I LOVE doing laundry. The kids' clothes especially. The little orange and blue t-shirts with cars and tractors on them along with the sweet pink and purples and yellows, little summer dresses and skirts - I'm obsessed with baby clothes and in love with washing them.
I'm a freak, I know - but I figure that I might as well play to my strengths. I'm not a very good housekeeper in any other way, I'm not a good cook, and I'm generally lazy and don't ever go looking for work. I'd rather relax on the couch and do absolutely nothing while the kids nap than actually clean a bathroom or vacuum the rug.
But I can make sure my husband has enough jeans. And socks. And clean underwear. So that is what I do.