Laundress

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A large pile of dried clothes is staring back at me to be folded. Another dirty heap is accumulating in the laundry basket. One more lot is drying in the hanger forever. Have you ever hoped the clothes can get folded itself?

I enjoy sniffing the freshly dried clothes. I use generous dose of fabric conditioner just to satiate my sensory pleasure. I don't believe their claim of keeping clothes soft and wrinkle-free. Setting dirty laundry into the washing machine is the only easier part. You need an immense level of patience to entangle them before putting it out to dry. I sun dry only bed spreads, blankets, duvet, towels, and mats. Rest of them will be hanged inside. I wash them in the evening so they will be bone dried by morning. Since the railings are higher I take hubby's help on this particular chore. And I don't forget to mention "couple who dry clothes together stay together".

My extended family is aghast when I told them I wash clothes only thrice a week. Some were very curious about the specifics. It was a sight to behold when I mentioned we put our undies to the machine. Later I was told none of them would put their appliance to such an impiety. Pardon me for metaphorically washing my dirty laundry here.

As hubby wears formals to office, those shirts' cuff and collar needs to be cleansed separately before machine washing. It hardly takes 5 to 10 minutes, but getting to do that needs a herculean will power. No matter who does the chores. We both feel the same.

And most dried clothes stay in the guest room. Since I've the work station there I get to see them continuously. Do you know how much time consuming it is to fold socks, undies, hankies? Since two of us cohabitate the fabric needs to be arranged separately. Sometimes when guests arrive unexpectedly I just grab all clothes and dump in the cupboard. At that particular time this method was life saving. But you will realize the impact of that hurriedness only much later when you try to find a matching socks.

Because I wear casuals to work (pre-corona era) I don't have to iron them. And hubby's clothes are outsourced for pressing. This is the laundry woes of just two people. Imagine the plight of pre-washing machine generation. While conversing about these things Ammamma never forgets to mention we Millennials have easy way out. If this is the smooth sailing what I'm complaining of? Are we inherently a generation of somnolent or is it just me?