Last week I conducted an experiment because I am a woman of science.
See, I noticed that every weekend I was doing the laundry, and because I don’t believe in the whole “suffering in silence” I was tweeting my pain.
The historical highs:
And the personal lows:
And let’s not forget tips:
There was even some suspense!
Despite this obviously rich history together, I got sick of laundry. I got sick of doing it every weekend, like some kind of weekly clockwork. So last weekend I rebelled.
Last weekend I decided that I wasn’t going to do the laundry. That I was going to have two laundry-free days. And I was going to enjoy them and live with the consequences. How bad could they be, I thought. Maybe someone else will do the laundry! Maybe there will be a miracle and the laundry will do itself! Maybe we have enough clothes not to do laundry every weekend! Maybe this was the beginning of my liberation!
At first my experiment went pretty well. No one said anything the whole weekend (also, I wasn’t listening.)
But then on Monday night, as I settled in for a relaxing viewing of The Bachelor, I heard complaints that included words “no clean clothes” and “tomorrow”. And that’s how I ended up doing laundry on Monday night. Which I enjoyed even less than doing laundry on the weekend.
So the experiment was successful. I now know that I will always do laundry on the weekend.
One year ago ...
- A Tale of Two Tables - 2016