If someone could create the perfect hell for me, it would be constantly doing laundry, grocery shopping, and washing dishes.
I despise laundry so much that I tend to put it off for extremely long periods of time, leading to what I calculate are quarterly laundry trips. I have a feeling that having a washer and dryer in my house would make laundry much less horrid, and a dishwasher would alleviate some of my distaste for washing dishes, but these are not things I considered when I chose to major in English Education. (In fact, my practicality only went as far as tacking the Education part on there so I’d have a job when I graduated college.) If you would have told me back then that choosing to be a teacher would mean that when I was thirty, I would still rent an apartment and would not have either a washer and dryer or a dishwasher, I might have considered doing something else with my life. But. Well. I get the summers off, anyway, so that’s a plus. 🙂
I HATE laundry. I’m so caught up in my disgust for my day that I feel like I need a rant. So…here it is: Between my boyfriend and myself I washed, dried, and folded eight loads of laundry today. EIGHT. This took over three hours. It was sweaty disgusting work, despite the air conditioning in the laundromat and in my apartment. I cannot fit all of my boyfriend’s clothing into his dressers and the closet, because my boyfriend never gets rid of any of his clothes. He has every article of clothing he’s ever owned since he was fifteen years old. Sometimes, his clothes get holes in them, but he doesn’t throw them away, he just gets someone to repair them for him. I do not know why this is. I, unfortunately, also have too many clothes. Our bedroom does not have room for all these clothes. Our closet does not have room for all these clothes. We are like people suffocating in clothing. Argh.
Laundromats are EXPENSIVE. I spent way too much money cleaning all these freaking clothes.
I feel like crap. I’ve got that dried sweaty feeling. I’m physically exhausted. I’m emotionally exhausted because doing laundry is so utterly horrific that I have to psych myself up for it. And I feel like I really have nothing to show for it except a bunch of clean clothes that I can’t even put away, because they don’t all fit!!
And I’m supposed to write 4000 words today on a book that keeps getting shorter and shorter, because I keep pulling scenes that don’t work out of the outline, and I wanted to get it finished by the end of this week, but I don’t know if I even have the energy to write today, and I’m already three days behind schedule on the darned thing, and didn’t I say I wasn’t going to make goals for writing anymore, because it always made me feel like this?????
Thanks for listening. Have a nice Wednesday.