I did 16 loads of laundry yesterday. In two hours. I was the star of the laundromat. I showed up on my four inch heels and cute jeans (the only ones i take care to keep clean) and before i was done there, I had the attendant monitoring my machines, and three men gave me a total of about an hour of free dryer time. This one guy stared at me for like 45 minutes before I finally smiled at him and then he bought me a coke. And three men helped me load my laundry back into my car.
Yes, they were all my father's age and they were all pretty dirty, but none-the-less I was the Princess of Laundry yesterday. I didn't get much else accomplished but i did do 10 months worth of laundry.
Today dad called; he's coming here shortly with another love seat for our living room. I'm pretty excited. Boy's more excited. So, we cleaned the living room to the point where it has been vaccuumed and we got as much of the clean clothes as would fit in our dressers and closets put away.... the rest is waiting for an investment in more hangers and drawer space.
So, what's left? Cleaning the bedroom, and washing the dishes.
Washing the dishes is a chore I am in no way prepared to cope with. It's been more than a month since I last washed them. Every single dish in the apartment is dirty. Very dirty. The sink is no longer draining properly due to the amount of gook down there... and I think it is exclusively what is making me sick. It has to be done. I'm just not sure where to start. Plus I forgot to wash the dishtowels yesterday.
But i feel better about the world in general now that i have some clean space to put my clean self (i washed my hair today) in my clean clothes...