Laundry

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

I hate doing laundry.

I will let dirty clothes build up in my closet for a month or more.

Then I do it. Realize I don't hate doing it at all and tell myself that I'll do it once a week because having less to do is a better way to live.

Then I forget I don't mind doing laundry.

I hate doing laundry.

I will let dirty clothes build up in my closet for a month or more.

Rinse. Repeat.

Dry cleaning? Months may go by. Then I'll finally take it in and it'll cost me $100.

There were times in New York where I'd buy an entire new outfit for work rather than do laundry on a Sunday evening.

I run out of underwear. I go commando. I prefer commando anyway. Unless I'm wearing wool pants. That gives me rug burn in sensitive areas. If I *have* to wear underwear, and I'm out of a clean pair, I'll wear the bottoms to my swim suit.

Yup, I've said that here before, actually.

Sometimes I'll do a hand wash in the sink, just for a pair of panties.

I miss college. I used to send my laundry out to be cleaned. They came back fluffed and folded, and smelling really, really nice.