Yesterday I did laundry. And it turned me into the Evil Bitch of West Michigan.
Laundry is one of those mundane tasks that I actually enjoy. There is something so satisfying about putting folded, clean, dry clothes away, something so insanely relaxing about watching my clothes go round and round in a mini-sea of hot water and soap, that I can't put my finger on it. However, I discovered a way yesterday to not only completely undo my enjoyment of doing laundry, but also squelch any further enjoyment of my day I might get anywhere else too!!!
First of all, I decided to do ALL my laundry. Not just one or two loads, no, no, no... that would be too easy! No, I packed it *ALL* into my car: four loads of darks, one load of whites, one load of "delicates", bedding, my favorite robe, and towels -- ALL my towels. Every last, stinking one: bath towels, face towels, washcloths. I think after all was said and done I spent a Grand Total of $41 on laundry yesterday. I imagine that's probably a decent monthly payment on the most cutting edge of home-laundry machines available right now, but that's another story.
Secondly, I put too much soap in both the bedding load and the towels load. WAY too much soap. At $4 per load, I had to *RE-DO* *BOTH* loads, for a grand total of $16 spent on those two loads alone. On the other hand, I've got the cleanest bedding and towels this side of 131, I bet!
Except that I didn't have a spare $16 on me, which meant I had to go to the ATM.
I also ran out of fabric softener, and laundry booster (brand-name: Oxi-Clean, best stuff ever invented for a clean freak) before starting two loads yet to do.
I also ran out of blood glucose at some point.
I also ran out of tampon absorbency, about halfway into my venture.
I ran out of patience with the continuous string of Christmas music piped into this particular laundromat *WAY* before any of this started.
So I packed my wet laundry back into my car, headed home, very grumpy, cleaned up, and ate some food. I started this whole day at about 10:30am. By the time I finished eating, it was 2:15pm, and I still had to run to the store a second time (the first time was to get another laundry basket) AND hit the ATM before returning to the laundromat.
By the time I got home, I had some of the cleanest laundry you ever had the pleasure of experiencing, but it was 4:30pm and I was homicidal between battling low blood sugar and the Christmas music.
On the other hand, I won't have to do laundry for a while.
One thing that really made me steaming mad after the second trip to the 'mat was I noticed a really strong gas smell coming from some of the dryers I used. I'd noticed a service guy working on some of the machines when I was there the first time, so I wondered if maybe he was twiddling with the dryers, and if the dryers were gas heat.
It made me mad because this is the second time I've brought clothes home from this particular laundromat and they smelled less than fresh. Which is annoying when you only spend an hour and a half doing two loads, much less THE ENTIRE DAY doing 19 loads. The first time I noticed this, the smell was from someone washing messed baby bedding/clothes. I was *not* happy about that! Then yesterday the stupid gas smell. My clothes didn't smell like gas; but they didn't smell like I just washed and dried them either. And I spent a few extra pennies getting this new line of Downy fabric softener which is supposed to make you feel like you just stepped out of a spa when you put your clothes on, they smell so good. I got the 'vanilla/lavender' flavor (lavender is relaxing aromatherapy).
Oh well. It could be worse: I could have come home with all pink laundry, like happened to me once when someone left a red-colored rag in one of the machines.