Circling Through This Life

Once upon a long time ago I thought I tamed the laundry monster.  I had a laundry routine. I had a method.  I was Queen of the floor ~ not mountain ~ because there was no mountain of laundry.  I even gave laundry advice.  It was simple. Then gradually life changed. The Laundry Routine couldn’t keep up. Now, I’m buried in an avalanche of laundry. I’m still Queen Tess, but I’ve lost my kingdom of the floor. Or my kingdom of the couch. Yes, it's all clean. At least 3 if not 4 loads worth!   I wish the only laundry piles were the clean clothes waiting to be folded but our lack of routine has caused a back up with bringing hanging clothes to closets and dirty laundry needs to be washed (and then dried and then more piles of folding which um is why I haven’t washed it yet because we need to fold the clean ones!)   A long time ago when when we lived in Germany and only had one child, I learned a secret about laundry. I didn’t necessarily heed that secret fo...

Once upon a not that long time ago, I had a laundry system that worked for me. I didn't have to worry about conquering Mount Washmore because it was only a mole hill and I refused to make a mountain out of a mole hill. It was a very simple laundry system. Each day I would do 1-2 loads of laundry and I would fold each load *as it came out of the dryer*. Sometimes I would start a load at bedtime, transfer the load in the morning and start my second load. My sorting system was very simplistic. I had two sets of two hanging mesh bags. In one set were the clothes: one bag for colors, one bag for whites and very light colored clothes. In the other set I had a bag for towels and another for sheets. All clothes were washed in cold water. All sheets and towels in warm water. I redefined what "caught up" on laundry meant for me and this was one area that I had completely conquered. I ruled over the laundry; it did not rule over me. Whatever bag held a full load of ...