Most of the working moms I know require their children to wash their own clothes but I’m not good at sharing the machines. So JT collects and transports the laundry up and down the stairs but I wash and fold it. During the school year, I wash at least one load of clothes a day. I rarely miss a day of washing because doing so would find me hopelessly behind. I’d hate for the authorities to search though piles of dirty laundry to find our partially-clad bodies. So I am a fairly vigilant one-load-a-day-or-else kind of gal.
During the school year, between school, athletic practice, and various showers to ease the stench of adolescence, JT easily rolls through three sets of clothes on a daily basis. When school and daily practices end, the laundry load eases considerably and I can afford to take a day (or two or three!) off. I’m practically giddy with the freedom.
So it was that Wednesday morning found me searching through my laundry baskets for a clean pair of underwear. I’d taken off so many days from my washing responsibilities that I had fallen behind. Ahhh, the luxury of summer!