Laundry Rant!

Laundry and I don’t mix well. I freaken loath the entire process. I’d rather run the Iron man triathlon than run a wash; but alas, it must be done.

I did laundry today and it was pretty brutal. I almost had to take the kids, but Daddy changed his plans and clocked in for baby duty, while Lil Z was taking dance class. Daddy and I try to switch off because someone has to watch the kids while the other goes to the laundry mat. Kids and laundry don’t mix either. They’re always asking for quarters to put in those stupid machines (half the time they don’t even work). If I take the kids with me I end up with a butt load of tattoo stickers, a huge bag of clean but unfolded laundry, and a lot less money than what I expected to have left over. Thank goodness I went alone this time, because I might have had some sort break down. I knew the moment I walked out the door this was not going to run smoothly.

When I stepped outside this morning, I noticed the sidewalks were covered with snow. Great. I walked all the way to the corner in my sneakers, only to turn right back around to change into my snow boots. It just snowballed from there. When I arrived at the laundry mat, I couldn’t find my soap, so I had to buy. I have a full bottle of soap at home, but I bought one anyway. To top it off, I had to go to the ATM around the corner because I just wasted the 5 dollars I had put aside for the machines on the soap. Shit. Once I finally got the wash running, I decided to go buy some things for the house, including like 30 jars of baby food (don’t ask me why). I thought it would be fine since I had the laundry cart with me. However, I decided this was a really bad move when my fingers started to lose feeling, while holding those heavy bags in close to freezing temperatures. (Of course I forgot my gloves) From there, my day continued to crumble. When I finally got the clothes in the drier, I couldn’t get it to work. It went crazy because I put a nickel into the machine instead of a quarter. It completely shut off and the digital screen flashed error. Ugh. I had to change driers (losing the dollar I had already put into the machine). All this bullshit was trivial compared to what happened next. As I walked home with my clothes nice and toasty and my bags neatly packed inside my laundry cart, the unthinkable happened. The back wheel on the right somehow twisted right the fuck off. Wtf! How could this have happened? Who has ever had the back wheel of their laundry cart roll right off the hinges? I swear, God has a sense of humor and he likes to have silly shit happen to me! How did I get home do you ask? I walked very slowly with the bags hanging from my wrists (remember those freaking baby food jars), meanwhile, carefully balancing the cart to the left. This was really challenging and trudging through the snow made it 100 times more difficult. At some point I was sure the left wheel was also going to roll off; then I’d really be fucked! Today’s ordeal just validated my hatred towards all things associated with laundry. Next time I’m getting that shit picked up and dropped off…

That’s where the wheel should be…