Mt. Washmore

I hate laundry.

Seriously, I hate it.

I was going to take a few baskets of laundry to our laundry room tonight since they're bigger machines and I can wash and dry 3 loads at once. It's about a 5 minute walk across the complex and isn't so far...except it's dark and it's creepy being in that small shed-sized building when you can't tell if someone is standing outside the window. I'm sure I've just watched too many scary movies but I couldn't make myself go.

Instead I'll wash half a load at a time and then run the dryer 2 or 3 times to get it dry. I know I should be grateful that I have a washer/dryer in my apartment (even a stackable) but sometimes it doesn't seem worth it. I don't have a laundry room just a closet barely big enough for the unit. Right now I have at least 1 load of laundry on my bed waiting for me to get around to folding and putting it away...it's been there about a week. The ironing board is set up next to my bed, not so I can iron but so I have somewhere to hang stuff up after I put it on the hanger.

Ok, enough of that pity party. It's just laundry, not a crisis.

oh how I hate laundry.