Day Off Rest



I had one goal for today: to stay at home all day.

I mean, I had a lot of other goals too, but the one I really wanted to accomplish was just to spend a whole day at home. It seems straightforward, right? But it didn’t happen. I spent most of the day at home and I spent most of that time just catching up on housekeeping- particularly laundry. Laundry is one of my least favorite chores: it’s an endless, tedious, Sisyphan task that eats up all my time, attention, and quarters. I only had enough quarters to do two loads even though I had about seven that needed doing. I told myself that I’d just do the two loads and then I’d do another few loads later and catch up gradually so that I didn’t have to spend my whole day running back and forth to the laundry room.

What’s that quote again? Man makes plans and god laughs? Well, I hope he had a jolly good laugh at my expense today when both loads came out of the dryers as damp as a heap of cooked noodles. So much for staying home: now I had to go get quarters or deal with two loads of mildewy laundry. I drove to the bank, which naturally was closed so I went to a coin op laundromat to use their change machine instead. And since I was out I figured I might as well get the groceries too since the fridge was getting down to pickles and margarine.

I was in a bad mood when I went out, but I was in such a foul mood when I came back that I forced myself to lie down for a while. I wasn’t even sure what I was upset about aside from feeling like I’d spent the whole day busting my ass and getting nowhere for my efforts on the one day when I really wanted to be sitting on my ass and letting my brains turn to jelly from watching back episodes of “The Simpsons”. You know, maybe write a little, catch up on some letters that I’ve been putting off, go for a run, take a nap.

But no. I was doing laundry. Someday I’d like to grow up and have a wife to do laundry for me. I put the two damp loads back in the dryer and put in two more loads to wash: figured I was in for a penny and I might as well be in for a pound. I went for a run to try to burn off some of the laundry-induced rage, but, of course, had to come right back home to do some more laundry so the effects were palliative at best. It took a full hour to fold it all. There are still two loads to go.

It’s actually been a few years since I’ve hated laundry this much: I came to terms with it when there were only two loads each week and plenty of time to get them done. I could spend a few hours doing a load or two and feel like I’ve accomplished something for the week. Ain’t nobody got time for that anymore.


~ by Gwydhar Gebien on February 9, 2014.

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