As any mother knows, there must be a method to the madness of laundry.
It just so happens, however, that the chore of laundry is one of my favorite things to do. And why? Because the machine does all the cleaning. All I have to do is calmly shut the laundry room door and fold the clean clothes in peaceful solitude. So, I hog this chore all to myself, and then I make the children put their clean piles away later.
Of course, someday soon, I will have to make sure the children know how to open the lid, put the clothes in, and press the correct button. But I can go over that process later.
So back to the laundry room. Now this is the first year of my life that I’ve actually had a laundry room. When my husband and I were first married, we lived in a beautiful, old craftsman-styled house in Duluth. This house was lovely, but it had the scariest, creepiest dungeon of a basement that I’ve ever seen. Of course that’s where the washer and dryer were. I made my husband douse the place with Holy Water before I even set foot down there, and I shudder to think of it. I don’t know how I made it that year.
Then in our second home, the washer and dryer were in a closet. This wasn’t so bad, especially since there were two shelves above the machines, and I was just happy to not be in a dungeon.
Our third home featured a shared laundry room/bathroom. Now this was almost worse than the dungeon. Almost. Because every time I wanted to shut the bathroom door and fold clothes in silence, someone had to use the toilet. It never failed. And then this bathroom/laundry room was right by the back door, so the children were constantly in and out of it. With dirt and mud everywhere. Just thinking of it makes my stomach queasy.
But finally, in the 13th year of our marriage, God saw fit to provide an entire room, dedicated to blessed chore of laundry, and I will forever be thankful. It’s my favorite room in the house. Now I can fold clothes, gaze at my Virgin Mary pictures, and drink my wine in peace. The only thing that’s missing is a lock on the door.
So without further ado, I’ll post a few more pictures, for those of you who might be interested.
Opposite the machines, there is a closet.
That’s all for the laundry room.
Advice About Doing the Laundry?
The best piece of advice about actually doing the laundry, however, I think I picked up from Holly Pierlot, years ago. (If you’re looking for a great book on how to order your days, click HERE. This book changed my life.) Pierlot said something about waking up and immediately putting a load of clothes in the wash. Then, after lunch, switching it out to the dryer. And finally, folding it after supper and doing this every single day. Our days must be ordered.
It’s genius advice though – having a routine for laundry. I’ve been doing it for years. I put a load in right away in the morning and so forth. I used to only have one load a day, with Sundays off. Now, however, I do 2-3 loads a day, depending on the season, always with Sundays off, and I’m never behind.
And this is what we ate for supper tonight, in addition to a pork chops and lemon noodles. It has nothing to do with laundry per se, except that after supper, when all the children were doing their chores–washing and drying dishes, sweeping the floor, chattering away–I hid in the laundry room and folded the clothes with my glass of wine.