I enjoy order and predictability. Having a kid on the spectrum has made The Schedule even more important to my life—he just plain functions better when he knows exactly what will be happening when. It’s easier to get his cooperation when things are planned.
And so it came to pass that every Saturday I call for the children to bring their hamper downstairs, and every Sunday afternoon I announce that I need the basket of clean clothes put away (if they haven’t been already) and the basket should be returned to me, emptied, before dinner. This seems to work out pretty well; the children never run out of clean clothes, I am able to keep track of things like when all of Chickadee’s socks have mysteriously disappeared or when Monkey’s undies are starting to unravel (“They’re fine!” he assures me, gamely modeling a too-small pair that fits like a thong and has a tail of elastic sweeping out behind him) and such.
I am constantly reading blogs wherein people claim to do two or three loads of laundry EVERY DAY. Who ARE you people? Do you only own two outfits each? Do you wash every towel every time it gets used? Do you wash each pair of jeans individually? You confuse me.
I do one day of laundry for the kids, on Saturday. It’s three loads, max. Otto does his own laundry, though I’d guess it’s a couple of loads each week. I do my laundry when I start running out of clothes or when my hamper overflows, and periodically I wash towels/sheets/linens not otherwise handled by the regular laundry. All of which comes nowhere NEAR to equaling laundry every single day.
Anyway. This is not actually about laundry. (Look! Up there! In the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s… Tangent Woman!) I mean, it’s SORT OF about laundry, but it’s more about me being a slob and also my closet probably being too big.
Laundry: I did laundry last night, which is how this started. The last time I did my own personal laundry was before I went to Mom 2.0, which means I had gone three weeks since last doing laundry. Now, it’s pretty warm in Georgia right now, so the stuff I’m wearing is light/thin, which is why the hamper didn’t overflow before this. And clearly I own three weeks worth of stuff to wear, because I wasn’t wearing dirty clothes. No. I had plenty of clean clothing to wear, enough underwear, etc. But yesterday I noticed that I was out of “favorite” shirts, which is what prompted the laundry run.
Now, does anyone remember last year when I and my fellow slackers vowed to get in shape, clean up our lives, and otherwise become worthwhile members of society over at Five Full Plates? One of the things I did during our Clean Sweep challenge was clean my bedroom and closet. That was a little over a year ago. And I’m looking at the picture there and I could’ve taken it in my bedroom this morning. IT’S UNCANNY. I mean, down to the neglected suitcase. (Yes, I’ve been back for two and a half weeks from my last trip, and the suitcase is still sitting there. DON’T JUDGE ME, I’ve been busy with… something. I’m sure.)
I mean, I’m happy to report that my closet hasn’t quite sunk into QUITE the slovenly state it was in last year at this time, but nevertheless, as the washing machine glugged away, I stood in my closet and marveled. Because: I was doing laundry because it’d been three weeks and I was nearly out of clothes, but I stood there in a closet… full of clothes.
Granted, some of the clothing is for colder weather, or dressier occasions than sitting at my computer and writing about my laundry, but still. I am out of short-sleeve shirts I want to wear, but I still have… an embarrassing number of short-sleeve shirts hanging in there. Most of them are t-shirts, so we’re not talking haute couture or anything.
Last year when I cleaned out my closet, I gave five giant sacks of clothing away. I could probably do the same thing year. And I have no idea if the shirts have been multiplying in there or what. I am ruthless about getting rid of “stuff” in every other area of my life, but for some reason, weeding out unworn clothing from my closet is anathema to me. Because I MIGHT want to wear that! Or I remember how much I paid for that and it’s barely worn and what if I need it? Or LOOK, I got this with the tags still on at Goodwill for $2 and why would I just give it back just because I haven’t found a time to wear it yet?
Maybe this weekend I’ll suck it up and start culling. Because nothing says Mother’s Day like showing your husband and children that really, you’d rather not become a full-fledged hoarder.