Tag: Laundry

  • What Did I Do Today?

    I over slept, for one.

    I made a breakfast of cereal because I was tired.

    I walked the dog.

    I woke my daughter up.

    I made my daughter breakfast.

    I had a long conversation with my daughter because she felt sad and anxious.

    I started laundry and finished laundry.

    I made my family lunch.

    I fell asleep on the couch watching an old episode of Great British Baking Show.

    I cleaned the kitchen.

    Made a Thanksgiving grocery shopping list.

    I listened to The Beatles’ Anthology 4 while folding laundry.

    I am currently writing a blog.

    I still have to walk the dog.

    I still have to shower.

    I still have to make dinner.

    I still have to clean the kitchen again.

    I still have to make the coffee for the morning.

    I still have to put the kid to bed.

    I still have to play MarioKart and try and beat the final circuit in the Mirror Level.

    I still have to snuggle with my wife on the couch as we watch Tracker.

    I still have to put my wife to bed.

    I still have to watch part three of Ken Burn’s The American Revolution.

    I still have to go to bed.

  • A Manic Laundry Monday

    A Manic Laundry Monday

    In case anyone has forgotten, I am a stay at home dad. Though hard to believe, blogging don’t pay the bills, and as such, I take my responsibility as the primary caregiver of my family very serious. Well… Serious enough. I’m not great at this stuff, but I do get the job done.

    And the one jobs I do on the regular is my families laundry. I do lots of laundry, and as the kid keeps getting older and bigger, I am doing more and more laundry. I have started to fear and dread the teenage years, and the amount of clothing that will be coming my way.

    Now, I have only been the stay at home dad for the past five years, but my mastery of all things laundry has been ongoing for eleven. Even before the kid was born, I took care of out clothes. Sometimes I would drop it off at a wash and fold service, sometimes I would get up early on a Sunday morning and take care of it. But for whatever reason, be it through decision or frustration, I became the laundry guy.

    And full honesty, it is my least favorite chore. Cooking, cleaning, doing the finances, going to the school meetings, dropping the kid off/picking her up – all of that I am fine with. Just not the laundry. It’s a thankless task, and no one likes it, and it eats up so much of my time. I try to get it all done on Monday, as no one likes Monday, and I have found that at my local laundromat, Monday is the least busy day.

    But I have started to wonder of late, that I can’t keep this up forever. I have to carry the laundry to the mat, and as I pointed out, each year, more and more clothing gets added to the task. I fear that at some point, the laundry chore will become so big that I will either have to split it up over two days, or I am going to have to beg my landlord to allow us to have a washer/dryer hook up. Not that we have a place for it in this tiny apartment. Surely, I don’t want to be that old man carrying a sack of dirty clothes, or worse yet, have to use a granny cart…

  • Another Rainy Monday

    Another Rainy Monday

    You know, exactly two weeks ago, I was sitting at home on a rainy Monday, writing about it being a rainy Monday.

    And it’s another rainy Monday.

    Just like I did two weeks ago, I pushed through the wet weather, and did the family laundry. It’s a chore that I agreed to; my part of the deal in being the stay-at-home dad. It’s not my favorite thing to do, but needs to be done. I folded laundry while watching MST3k on PlutoTV. The act made me want to take a nap, and gave me pause to reevaluate my conclusion on the latest season of the show. Perhaps I was too critical.

    The sky is still gray, but the rain has subsided. The temp is mid-forties, and I have a sweater on. I should be reading a book.

    Or I should be contemplating about the coming of Spring?

    Or I should contemplate the strange desire I have to put on shorts, but still wear a sweatshirt? That look, it makes me think of New England Summers. It warm and cool at the same time. It might get up to 76, but when the sun sets, it drops down into the 50’s. That sounds like an ideal summer to me.

    Yet, to get there, Summer that is, I have to make it through this Spring. And it is Spring around here. All the trees have started to bud, and the daffodils have popped out in the parks. It even feels a little more upbeat around the neighborhood. Like a slightly better mood, or maybe people are being optimistic to the change in season.

    For now, I have a gray sky and an under-construction condo-tower to look at. I would like that nap, but I have to get the kid from school, so no rest for the lazy.

  • Busy Day, and Submissions

    I only have fifteen minutes left to my part of the day, and I spent too much time doing laundry, and thinking about the mistakes I have made of late.

    I’m thinking it was a good day to be humbled.

    I’m also thinking that taking time for myself and not rushing things is more important than ever, and I should make a better effort.

    But, this is just the start of the week, and I still have time to make corrections.

    I do want to work no the online journal thing, and I am hung up on how to ask for submissions. I was planning on using Submittable, but they charge $85 a month for their service. A little too expensive for this idea, as I was looking to spend no start-up money on other than getting a URL. You know, onetime fees, not monthly stuff. Anyone out there have a suggestion on what platform to use for getting and organizing submissions?

    Anyway, I got dishes to do, a kid to pick up at school, homework, and talking to my dad. Don’t get me started on dinner.

    Maybe tomorrow…

  • Thoughts on Laundry Day

    Monday is laundry day in our house. We don’t have a washer and dryer in our apartment nor is there one in the building. I have to carry everything a block and a half to the laundromat. I have been doing the laundry since the kid was born, and before that we used to use a wash and fold service.

    Now, I’m the service, and this is my role in the family.

    Yet, when I got up today, I was annoyed that I had to do this errand. Annoyed that I have to spend half my day doing this, when I’d rather be doing everything but laundry.

    Maybe it’s the heat of Summer, maybe I’m getting older and it takes more out of me to do it than it used to. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m forty-five and I still have to go to a laundromat.

    Maybe I’m becoming an angry middle aged man in America. Maybe I’m not the savior of the world, I’m not a rock star, or a genius, or the best at what I do. Maybe I’m just a guy floundering in the middle of the pack.

    Maybe I still don’t know what I’m doing, and now the fear of running out of time is invading my ego, causing me to shirk my responsibilities and run away.

    I’m just not feeling it today.

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