As many of you know, there are few things I hate more than doing the laundry. It takes a long time, involves not doing anything else for many hours, plus the folding is simply a pain. These were my feelings when we had our own washer and dryer in the garage, so just imagine my hatred for this activity now that I have to use the communal laundry room… The laundry room is only open from 8am-8pm, which pretty much means I can’t do laundry during the week, which as it turns out, is the case for most of the other residents who work. So the weekends are insane. There are 4 washers and 4 dryers but somehow, it’s never enough. Especially because we happen to have several fellow residents who are entirely too anal about their laundry. For instance, this guy who lives on the 3rd, by himself, always needs to use ALL 4 MACHINES which I find outrageous. And for some reason, whenever I had down to the basement to the laundry, he has beaten me by a minute and then I have to wait an entire hour before I can do my laundry. For the last few weeks, I have developed a strategy, which until this morning seemed to work great. My thought was to do it first thing sunday morning while people are going to Church. Interesting parallel – as they worship, I curse the fact that my laundry does not get done my magical fairies during the week. So Addie and I would get up around 7:30, have breakfast then head down to the basement. Oh yeah, that’s the other added difficulty: I have Addie in tow, hanging out in the Ergo while I try to shove the clothes in the machines.
So, for the last few weeks, that was working great because no one was down there at 8am and I would be in and out in about 2 hours. This morning, though, was not so… This woman (you can tell I’m a bit frustrated), had hogged all 4 machines and was putting 2-3 items in EACH!?!?! What the hell?!? In one machine she had 2 sweaters, who does that?!?! Anyway, I asked her how long before it would be done, she said 40min and headed back upstairs with Addie and set my timer. I went back at exactly 40 minutes later, and saw another woman heading back to the elevator with an empty laundry pail… I asked her how many machines were available and she said that she was only using one and that another woman (who was the woman from before) was emptying 3 machines. Score! I would get to do my laundry afterall! Not so… The woman who had commandeered all 4 machines at 8am was willing to give me 1 machine because she “needed” the other 2. WTF?????????? Here I am, baby in tow, and the b*&@$ won’t give me 2 machines so I can do my weekly laundry?!? Unbelievable… So I stuffed the one machine with the necessary clothes for next week (i.e. my clothes since Addie’s closet is deep enough for 3 weeks of different outfits) and headed back upstairs super annoyed. Here’s why I’m bothered by this lady:
1) Addie is now napping, which means that when I go back downstairs to put my clothes in the dryer, I will need to leave her up here by herself, which I have never done before and really don’t like
2) I am already worried that this laundry-crazy-woman will be hogging all the dryers, which may mean I will be taking wet clothes back up to the apartment, because if you don’t empty your washer, people just grab your clothes and put them wherever so that they can use the machine
And I thought this would be a good day…



















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