Laundry days are exhausting. Load laundry, wait for it to be cleaned, unload, put on hangers and hang on the pole to dry. (I don't have a dryer and I don't want one.) When the clothes are dry, you take them, fold them and tuck them neatly into the closet. Some clothes require ironing, and I have been using this tiny steam thing that needs a water refill every two button up shirts. It is maddening. I have wanted the heavy duty steamer thing that retails for five thousand pesos but the husband refused to buy one for reasons unknown to me. I have not pushed him to buy one because I think five thousand pesos is a lot of money and therefore a big purchase that needs a lot of thought.
Laundry days are bearable. Laundry days are necessary. So I do it.
Laundry days become the source of rage when the husband has a difficult time choosing what clothes to wear. (which is every single day- in this, he is more the girl than me and I find it taxing to watch him fit a shirt and toss it back in a crumpled heap in the closet.) I hate it. I spend a lot of time and effort steaming clothes, folding them neatly and tucking them away neatly. It usually takes half of MY day and this slob of a man un-do's whatever I made so much energy to accomplish!
My dream solution would be:
1. To have separate closets so far apart that I won't ever see his mess.
2. To never fold his clothes ever again.
It's probably not a good reason to get angry. But I am tired and frustrated and this laundry lady is completely unappreciated.
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