My first-ever "Laundry Day"

{Today's post is a "bonus post"-- a break in between "Elephant, Part 2" and "...Part 3."  I am hosting a birthday party this afternoon (for my oldest daughter, who turns 11), so I haven't quite finished composing Part 3.  Enjoy this break from my weight-woes!}


So, thanks to "A Slob Comes Clean," I decided to try doing laundry only ONE day each week.  This is not a NEW concept.  Lots of "organized" people I know do it this way.  The problem is that I know I am NOT organized (outwardly), so I've never been willing to try it.  But, Nony convinced me to go for it because SHE is so much like ME.  I figured that if SHE can do it, then I can, TOO!  HERE are the results:  (I only wish I'd taken pictures!  I will next week.)

I started on Sunday evening by washing a load of towels because, as Nony says, "Who cares if towels get wrinkled in the dryer overnight???"  [And, no it's not "cheating" to start on Sunday night... it's just SMART!]  So far, so good.  I felt great about my progress!  I even put a SECOND load in before I headed to bed.

Monday morning, before 7:00 a.m., I switched out the towels, put the next load in the dryer and started another load.  Woo hoo!

I already had TWO baskets full of clothes in my bedroom that needed to be put away (from God-only-knows how long ago), so I dumped the baskets on my bed (which didn't have sheets on it because I was giving THEM  a long-overdue washing, too!), to be folded later.

Here's where things start to get hairy:  After I got the third load going, I remembered that I had an online project that was due soon, so I had to take advantage of baby boy's nap-time and complete that project.  So, the laundry came to a virtual stand-still... and NONE of it had been folded yet.

Then, at around 3:00 p.m. I remembered that I had a Ladies Meeting at church that night, for which I needed to BAKE something!  So, I started looking for a recipe*...

Then my girls came home from school.

And baby boy woke up from his nap.

And then Husband came home from work.

And... the laundry was piling up on my bed like snow being shoved aside by a snow-plow.

I DID manage to get all of the laundry WASHED.  And DRIED.

I told Husband, as I ran out the door for the Ladies Meeting (for the SECOND time, as I had forgotten the muffins I had so painstakingly prepared when I left the FIRST time), "Don't move the laundry... I WILL fold it when I get home!"

And, I'm happy to report that I DID fold most of it.  But, today is Friday, and the girls have a basket of laundry in their room still waiting to be put away (THEIR job), and baby boy's laundry is still waiting to be FOLDED.

So far, I see NO advantage to "once a week laundry," except that I don't have to THINK about doing any laundry until NEXT Monday!

Hopefully, it gets better....  :)


 *{I settled on Oat Bran Muffins.  Who takes Oat Bran Muffins  to a church potluck... in the SOUTH???  I keep forgetting that I don't live in the tree-hugging, Birkenstock-wearing, granola-loving Pacific Northwest.  I should've taken BISCUITS... soaked in butter.}