My daughter went to school embarrassed today and it's all because I did laundry.
I'm one of those lucky NYC people who actually has a washer and dryer in my house (hell, I'm lucky to have an actual house and not a cramped apartment). You'd think that would be enough to ensure that we never have much dirty laundry lying around. I mean, I've lived with every laundry situation from no machines to machines in the basement to lugging it to the laundromat to using a delivery wash-and-fold service. I thought that once I had my own set-up I would be a laundry viking. But instead, it's a crutch. I find myself letting the laundry pile up, and then late at night I go through the piles and pull out only what everyone needs for the next day: underwear, shirts, pants, socks, maybe a Tae Kwon Do uniform. All in one load.
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