Today is laundry day. Yes, even living in paradise, clothes still get dirty. Today as I was procrastinating starting the laundry, for the third day, I decided it really doesn’t matter what type of laundry facility I have, it’s still a dreaded process. I began recollecting about all the different laundry rooms I have had over the years. In my younger, more naive years, I remember thinking “if only I had a bar to hang the clothes on” or “if I only I had a cabinet top to fold and organize all the clothes on” THEN I would not procrastinate doing the laundry…sound familiar? I thought so…
I have had a laundry room in the kitchen, in a closet in the kitchen, behind shutters in the kitchen, in a closet in the hallway, a stacked “space saver” set behind sliding closet doors in the hallway (that was fun!), a laundry room that had no air vent and was always extremely hot, a laundry room off the kitchen that had no light in it (no telling WHAT was in there!) a laundry room on the way through the garage with a cat box and kitty litter pellets that always seemed to be on the floor, a cheery yellow laundry room that always seemed to be clean but the shelf above was too tall for me to reach, and even a laundry room complete with a sink and lots of cabinets and countertops and a BAR to hang the clothes on! It doesn’t matter what the situation is, laundry is STILL procrastinated.
None of the situations were as bad as the college dorm experiences. Remember dragging all the laundry to the community laundry room down the hall. I DID have a really cute laundry bag complete with monogramming, though. How about cramming all your clothes in one load because you didn’t have enough quarters for a second load? What were we thinking?! There was no room for water in the drum, much less room for the swishing action to actually do its job! Or did you ever forget about your clothes being in the washer down the hall and wake up in the middle of the night to find them in a big wet pile on the floor because someone else in your dorm obviously got tired of waiting on you and took it upon themselves to empty the washer? …and it couldn’t be a load of towels, nooooo, there had to be unmentionables laying on the top of the pile for ALLLL the world to see, or at least all the girls in the dorm that might happen to walk in and WANT to wash their clothes too on that same particular day. It seemed so dramatic at the time…
Please tell me I’m not the only one who had this experience!
Anyway, back to my point. To get to our present laundry room, we go outside, down the stairs,
make a left, and another left around the corner of the house, and into the laundry room.
If I happen to forget to take my Bite Shield along, the mosquitos find me before I get around the second corner. Obviously, this is not an ideal situation. It’s a beautiful walk, but I guess that’s my point.
Please don’t get me wrong, I am very THANKFUL to have dirty clothes in paradise. I’m also very THANKFUL to be able to walk down this beautiful path to get to the laundry room, but in the end, laundry is still, just, laundry, no matter WHERE you are.
Aloha and mahalo (thank you) for stopping by!
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