Let’s be realistic, if we didn’t iron the shirts of the men that we love, no one would. We are the only thing standing between our husbands going to work looking like a gentleman or going to work looking like a homeless man. I’m certain my husband doesn’t even know how our iron works.
As I have previously mentioned, I genuinely enjoy doing the laundry and getting my very own washer and dryer was one of the best days of my life. My parents taught me how to clean a house from top to bottom at an early age; they taught me how to sort the laundry, how to remove stubborn stains and how to use the laundry machines. Unfortunately, they neglected to teach me one important thing: how to clean the laundry machines themselves. To rectify this oversight, I scoured the internet and all of my housekeeping tip books, donned my rubber gloves and learned how to keep those glorious machines clean, fresh and running smoothly. Continue reading
Getting my first washing machine and dryer was, embarrassingly, one of the most exciting days of my life thus far. I no longer had to stumble down the busy street, praying that nothing humiliating would blow out of my heavy, over-stuffed laundry basket, with a pocket full of noisy change. Now I could give every item of clothing the special attention it needed. There was no conversation needed between my fiancé and I, it was decided, I would be the undisputed, sole laundry doer, or laundry fairy – as my fiancé calls me, of the relationship. I do love doing the laundry more than any human should but it’s not all lemons and teddy bears like the commercials would lead you to believe. Even with all of my magical laundry skills, doing the wash is never as cut and dry as wash and dry. Continue reading