I spend way to much time and my valuable resources with laundry on my mind.
A basket of soiled towels pings my need for cleanliness.
I guess you can call that almost an obsession. Kids don’t do this, YMMV. It’s a trying way to live.
We, not kidding at all, use about 20 towels a day. Add clothing for 2 boys, and 5 adults. Any extras. When beds are changed it’s absolutely an all day job.
The price of detergent, bleach, dryer sheets or any specialty cleaners is a significant spenditure every month.
It’s ridiculous.
Good thing I like clean laundry. It makes my heart happy to put clean towels on the shelf.
Clean sheets are the best. Slight lavender scent and I float away to dream land.
And, Bear the Siamese terror is never so happy as on laundry day. So it’s a blessing to have something to put in a dryer. He loves laying on top of it. He’s almost a normal cat like that. His sister the not so meek and mild Meeko. Does what he tells her to do.
I’m having mixed feelings today, this laundry day. Can’t do anything but supervise today.
I’m on injured reserve at the moment.
The Li’l-wrekker isn’t happy, but she’s learning a valuable lesson. I think: laundry is a blessing.