I realize there are other more grave and important things going on in this world, but this is my world right now and I have to keep it running. There are people depending on me to wash clothes, as mundane as that may be.
But really, the mundane makes up most of our days with a few exciting things thrown in. Even people who have it really tough still have to eat, poop, sleep, pay bills, and, yes, wash their clothes. And if they are anal about washing day, just one day a week, like I am, this is important stuff.
Not only must I get the clothes washed, dried and folded by tomorrow at noon, I need to figure out what to cook for dinner today. Also I have to figure out how I'm leaving the house for the rest of the week as I'm whisking my husband away tomorrow to celebrate his 60th birthday at the ocean, quietly, relaxing, just he and I.
Sure, I could leave the laundry for the kids to take care of and they might. But could I completely relax if I didn't know if it was completely finished? Probably not.
But back to today's topic.
There are four women in this house. That means eight boobs. That means a plethora of bras which need to be washed every week. The number varies depending on the activities each of us women are doing during the week that determines how many bras we go through in any given week.
The bra industry tells us that bras should be hand washed or washed on delicate in a laundry bag and replaced every nine months due to wear and tear.
For years I've done my best to follow the bra rules. Even with just three women in the house it was a challenge to fit all the bras in the laundry bags. I cheated by throwing them in with their respective color loads and not washing them on delicate.
Then we increased by one boob... uh one woman, two boobs. I did my best to continue my mission of placing them in laundry bags. However, I've always been bothered by stuffing bras in laundry bags. It seems to me that being confined to a laundry bag keeps them crunched more than letting them fly and be free in the washer (not to be confused with the 60s when women let their boobs fly free).
But you know the rules?
A couple months ago I was finally pushed over the edge. I felt like washing bras was a whole other person I had to manage once a week. I gave up.
There are so many bras - four women, four sets of boobs, eight bras, maybe three per woman, that's at least twelve bras, but probably more because I think my youngest wears a bra a day that 16 total bras.
Then if the bra industry is telling me I should replace them every nine months, why do I have to be so careful with them? Why are bras so delicate? They should be indestructible considering they're hold back the girls' girls.
One day, out of desperation, I decided to run all the bras loose, by themselves in one huge bra load on delicate. And I've been doing it ever since. Those who make the rules are boobs.
My other situation was that I hated hanging all the bras because they got in the way in my dinky laundry hall. I realized that since the two youngest boobs... uh women lived in the room where I line-dry the pants and my husband had hung a new, extra long line, I could hang their bras in their room instead.
So there you have it. Or rather the boobs have it.