I'm trying to do less laundry. Well, the laundry is the laundry, but I am trying to do it less often. I usually throw a load of laundry in every day, or at the very least every other day, just to stay on top of it. But I am trying to make this the summer where I let go and hang out at the playground instead of cleaning the house and go to the pool instead of the grocery store and if that means we occasionally run out of milk then I will consider the extra fun with the kids a fair trade for letting them have juice with dinner.
So I am doing laundry less often. Except that it is summer so there are towels and Mia wants to wear her swim team bathing suit every day and there is a limit to how many times I can allow that to happen, and that limit seems to be twice between washes. So I am still pretty much doing laundry every day, but really just the pool-related stuff. I haven't washed the kids' clothes in over a week. I thought it would be liberating, but really it is just stressing me out. Owen is down to four pairs of shorts, but since one pair is a hand-me-down that I don't really care for and another is a pair marked 24 months that I could fit two of him into, he really only has two pairs. And I thought he was down to one pair, but an extra slipped in with the pool wash so he has two.
And this is hideously boring, yes? For me too, but I am spending a lot of time recalling how many pairs of clean shorts Owen has and how many princess nightgowns Mia has left and I sort of want to wear the black skirt I wore last week but it is in the laundry and I am trying so hard to not to do the laundry. But I am thinking it would be a lot more supportive of my fun, relaxed, carefree summer attitude if I just did the damned laundry already so I could stop stressing about it.
Damn, I need a hobby.