One thing that I absolutely hate about college is doing my laundry. I actually like and appreciate the act of doing the laundry, but I do everything I can to save money wherever possible, so I mostly don’t like paying to wash clothes. Every time that I pay 75 cents to wash and 75 cents to dry a load, it feels like someone is robbing me blind of all of my quarters, which are basically gold to a college student.
Since I really dislike paying out that $5 or so in quarters every time I do laundry, I have learned to hold out on my washing until I go home. This is nice because I don’t have to worry about leaving my clothes in the washer for too long, or about someone taking any of my stuff….but it is also an absolutely EXHAUSTING process. When I went home for Fall Break, I documented everything so that I could share it with all of you.
First, I pack up all of my dirty clothes, sheets, and towels at school…drag them to my car…and drive home. Once I arrive home, I enlist the help of my Mom, Dad, and any other individual that happens to be at my house, and we carry everything from my car to the kitchen/laundry room. I usually park all of my stuff in the kitchen, because it is the first room that you come to in my house, and there is plenty of space to lay out everything I possibly can.
After I get the laundry upstairs, I have to sort it. This is usually the most depressing part, because it either smells rather bad, or I realize how much stuff I really have, which is completely unreal.
After I sort the laundry, I tackle the washing and drying process, which is pretty time consuming when you have about 6-7 loads to do. It was a lot more fun this time around though, because my parents just got a new washer and dryer, which is always exciting. When my mom was teaching me how to use the new washer for the first time, we legitimately stood by the washer for the first 10 minutes, just watching it fill with water and begin to wash. (We’re not crazy people…I swear.)
Once it is all dry, I have to sort it by type, and get it all packed up to take back to Butler. I separate everything into piles of t-shirts, jeans, sweatpants, sweatshirts, tank tops, and nice clothes. When I’m done…there is usually a mountain of clothing on our loveseat in the living room….
I guess I could completely avoid the sheer size of this project if I did laundry more than once every month/month and a half…but I like leaving it until I absolutely HAVE to wash things…since I dislike it so much. And, usually, this way I don’t have to pay to complete such an annoying and time-consuming task. There’s always a bright side….