I decided to do laundry the other day. Now, I’m a 22 year old college senior – I’ve been doing laundry for 4 years without the help of my mother (except when I’m at home), but for some reason, this is one chore that I have NOT been able to perfect. It’s tough. How do you know when to make the water hot or cold, and how long to put it in, or what cycle? Plus you have to think about separating darks and lights and putting lingerie in its own load, and you better not put clothes in that are dry clean only or hand wash! It’s a lot to take in at once. Doing laundry is a complicated task. For me, laundry is the equivalent of homework. It’s something I just don’t want to do.
I must not have been thinking when I started my laundry. That’s the only explanation. Or maybe it was because I didn’t want to separate my clothes into 2 loads of laundry. I don’t remember. I do remember starting a massive load of laundry, including my red sheets and my favorite white Salve soccer sweatshirt. (For anyone that doesn’t know me, it’s my signature sweatshirt. I have about 20 sweatshirts, but that’s my sweatshirt of choice. It’s just too comfortable.) I didn’t realize that anything was wrong until I started folding my clothes. My white sweatshirt is now pink. Talk about devastation. For the past 2 days, I have been completely lost. I don’t know what to wear without it. And my friends had no sympathy for me – they say it’s my own fault for being incompetent in the field of laundry.
I guess I have to move past this dilemma. Somehow. Of course, this incident will give my other sweatshirts a chance to shine.
Until I find a new signature sweatshirt,
S.
