I wanted to post a picture of the new attic drying rack but I think Mark has the camera.  It’s made of four or five wooden slats, about six feet long, hung on cords that run through the ends (think a wooden-runged rope ladder, only much wider than it is long).  The cords are attached by hooks to the the ceiling and to a wall; the rack can be collapsed and hung out of the way.  If I can, I’ll add a picture later.

Laundry and I have a dysfunctional relationship.  Throughout our marriage, Mark has done most of the laundry.  I keep telling him I’m going to do it and I keep not doing it.  In our old house I said it was because the laundry room was in the gross basement that was dangerous for the kids.  In this house I have a shiny, uber-functional laundry room and no excuses.  Still, clean dry laundry piled up till the weekend, when Mark would spend hours folding it all and putting it all away.  I tried setting a goal of “one basket per day;” until a couple of weeks ago, I never even managed that.  Meanwhile, I always got annoyed at the way Mark did it (followed by guilt over my ingratitude) because he mixed up the baskets, and he got annoyed at me because I didn’t.  (When he looks at four baskets — mine, his, kids’, and linens — that are each 25% full, he sees one load of laundry that has to be done now.  I look at the same thing and see laundry that I don’t have to do yet.)

Why couldn’t I just do one load of laundry a day?  I think I hate laundry because it’s never finished.  I like going to bed with everything done for the day, but laundry never gets “done” — there’s always more.  Even if I spent all day washing and drying and putting away EVERYTHING, at the end of the day there’d still be (at least) five dirty outfits and a pile of kitchen rags.  Mark thinks this is nuts, and he’s got a point, but clearly this issue of mine was not going away and I needed to change something about the way I do things.  

Anyway, I need some time to see if it keeps working, but I seem to have found a way around it.  Here is how I fool myself every day into thinking that my laundry can be “done:”  Instead of thinking of laundry as a process that gets rid of dirty things, I am thinking of laundry as a process that produces clean, folded, put-away things.  

No, it’s NOT the same.  The old way, the goal about laundry was always “Catch up on laundry,” which meant “Wash and dry as much as I can and put away all of it,” which never happened. This way I can set a meaningful, reasonable goal, such as:  Today I will fill my kitchen drawers with a week’s supply of clean dishcloths, towels, napkins, and tablecloths.

I can never “wash all of it.”  But in a day I can produce a week’s supply of linens, or a week’s supply of kids’ clothes, or a week’s supply of my clothes, or a week’s supply of Mark’s clothes.  

So I made a little schedule (Monday my clothes, Wednesday kid’s clothes, etc.) and two weeks later it’s still working pretty well.  I got it all done, two weeks in a row.

Enter the air drying rack.  Now I have to plan ahead because it takes hours to dry stuff.  I think I’ll start by promising myself that if the load doesn’t air-dry in time for me to put it away on schedule, I will finish it in the dryer.  It’s still an improvement.
 


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7 responses to “Dryer.”

  1. I still think often about telling everyone to strip naked so I can get everything clean, just once.
    Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones.

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  2. Does the garden hose enter into this fantasy, CJ? Because it would if it were me.

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    Kelly

    When I used my basement clothesline, my schedule was to wash and hang one day, then fold and put away the next, fwiw.

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  4. My attic drying rack only holds one load (our washer holds a lot) and we need to do about 5-6 loads a week.
    I finally had to write out a Laundry Matrix so I could remember what I had to do to each basket when, and posted it in the laundry room. Now I just have to convince my husband to obey it.

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    Christy P

    There have been a few times in my life when I was sitting in a laundromat in my swimsuit.
    I think that your house would also be a good candidate for my favorite imaginary robot helper, the laundry robot. I used to go back and forth between a breakfast-making robot and the laundry robot, but now that I have a child who wants me up in the morning anyway and consequently more laundry, the laundry robot wins. Mark could start work on it anytime.

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  6. I have five dirty laundry baskets: warm, cold, whites, towels, and kids. Monday is my big laundry day (other than my husband’s work clothes that I wash on the week end). I sort the kids stuff into the other baskets, and try to get all four loads done in a day. It often spills over a day, or two, or three (at least the folding). Those weeks when I get it all done in one day, though, I feel like I have a vacation the rest of the week.
    I keep a separate basket for clean clothes that need to be folded. I also had a drying rack that I mainly used for towels, since they are the most likely to need more than one dryer cycle. But the kids knocked it down too many times and broke it.
    I swear that when the kids get a bit older they’re going to be trained to help with laundry.

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  7. I’m training my nearly-eight-year-old now. Yesterday the two of us were sorting clean laundry together; I had to put the toddler down for a nap, and instructed him to finish sorting and then fold all the towels. When I came out of the bedroom 25 minutes later, he’d done that and put the towels away to boot. First time I think he’s ever completed a chore that long without direct, constant instruction!

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