Laundry happens to be one of those necessities
or household chores that I really dislike doing. Perhaps it’s because I have so
many clothes that it’s a time consuming process just to do multiple loads of
laundry. Perhaps it’s because I wish it was as easy as putting it in the washer
and dryer when in reality, sorting and folding laundry takes the most time.
Overall, I feel like if I had the choice
between laundry and any other chore around the house, I’d always choose the
other chore. Always.
For us at our apartment, our laundry hookup is
in the basement and yet our bedrooms and closets and dirty clothes are all
upstairs in our rooms. So it takes multiple trips up and down multiple flights
of stairs, and that alone can be annoying to deal with. The other thing that
gets me is we only have one laundry basket, so when I do make multiple trips up
and down the stairs to bring loads to and from our room to the basement, I run
out of things to use to hold the laundry since it’s usually occupied by other
clean, folded laundry. Heck, this causes me to scrounge for items that could be
useful in the process, like cardboard boxes or even just strongarming it all
down to the basement in my hands.
I’m certain that if the laundry and my closet
were on the same floor, I’d have a much less hate filled relationship with
doing laundry. But until then, until we move out of our apartment, I’ll be
annoyed at the thought of folding clothes and taking baskets and cardboard
boxes full of laundry up and down the stairs.
It’s funny too since I used to hate doing
laundry in high school as a chore. I would always fight with my brother over
who had to do the laundry. We’d literally bargain and divvy out chores in a way
that we preferred, almost as if we were drafting chores back and forth for the
day.
Ultimately, I think if we had a laundry chute,
more closet space, and a bigger washer and dryer, laundry truly wouldn’t be
that much of a hassle. But since there are so many steps to actually doing it,
I end up spending an entire evening washing clothes, drying them, folding them,
and transporting them twice. It’s all a bit much for me. Heck, I’d far prefer
to clean the dishes or cook dinner than mess with laundry.