Laundry

I usually don't mind doing laundry.  In fact, it's one of my least hated chores.  It's quite easy and you can break it up into segments.  I do hate doing excessive laundry.  I did a load of laundry late last night because I didn't have a chance to on Friday since I had a game that night and I didn't get home until 8:30 last night.  Anyway, I'm sorting through the clothes in the dryer this morning because the step son is leaving us a little earlier than normal because the hubster has an MRI at noon.  I'm pulling out the clothes and here's the inventory on what he wore this WEEKEND:

• two pairs of athletic shorts
• three t shirts
• one pair of jeans
• 3 pairs of underwear
• 2 pairs of socks

This does not include the outfit he wore here in Friday.  Why does one kid need to wear so much clothes in essentially 1.5 days?  Apparently, he changes his underwear every time he changes clothes.  This means he changes underwear when he showers and then once again the very next morning when he changes out of his pajamas. !@#!#@!?  It's no fucking wonder that the hubster called me last night and asked where the step son's underwear went.  He's worn it all!

So Fresh and So Clean Part II

I have a confession to make.  I only just started to use bleach in my wash last May.  I've been out on my own and doing my own laundry since 2005.  That's a long time.  I figure my lack of bleach started with how I learned to laundry.  It was my freshman year at UCSD and I was living it up in the dorms.  Ha, why live at home a mere 20 minutes away when I spend loads and loads of money living on campus.  Here is where I first learned how to do laundry.  It was spring quarter (yes, I was taking home my laundry every other weekend *hangs head in shame).  So my suite mates showed me the ropes of the washing machine and dryer.  I was doing laundry on my own!  Settings were cold/cold or cold/warm, but it was definitely cold.  And everything was washed together.  There would be no segregation in my laundry.  I didn't want bleeding or shrinking (not even sure if this is true or not).  So that's how I did laundry.  Then an much needed shaming by my mom and aunt.

My great grandmother had just passed away in May.  I was to bring white dress shirts (for my mother and me) for the funeral.  I packed 3 shirts with me and when my mom saw them.  She gasped in horror.  Those aren't white.  What have you been doing stupid daughter of mine?  Don't you use bleach, haven't I taught you anything?  So my mom took away the offending shirts and washed them, this time in bleach.  There was a slight improvement.  So one of the lessons I went home with was to start separating my wash.

So when the week after I got home, I set out to my laundry.  I separated our clothes and I was astonished at the small amount of whites we had.  I thought I'm gonna waste a whole load of laundry on this teeny pile.  Pssshhhh. Then my mom's voice popped into my head and I had no choice.  So in went the white, the laundry detergent and the bleach.  The outcome was amazing.  We have 4 huge "white" bath towels we use for showers.  We use two a week and rotate.  I just so happened to put the two washed with bleach and the other two next to each other and what I saw was AH-MAZING.  I was sold on bleach.  This stuff is great.  Why did no one tell me sooner?!?!

I know a fascinating story about laundry and bleach.  Definitely living up to my blog name.