There's a screenshot floating around Facebook that says something like, "I always wondered what regular people were doing during historic events, but it turns out I am doing laundry-barely."
I, too, am barely doing laundry. In all the minute by minute drama of last week--the increasing confirmed cases, the cancellation decisions beginning to descend--I let the laundry go. I sat and hit refresh over and over, while mentally chiding myself to get up and work on the laundry.
Finally we hit the breaking point, and I had a lot of laundry to do in very short order. As I was moving baskets of clothes around, a fresh basket from the dryer sat a little bit too long. This load was the adults' more casual but still needs a hanger color clothes. As I put the shirts on hangers, several of them were wrinkly, more wrinkly than I am normally willing to tolerate. I sighed and started to think about which shirts needed to go back in the dryer with a wet washcloth. (This is my lazy person method of ironing.)
All of a sudden, I realized we aren't going to see ANYBODY before we wear these clothes again. We can wear them a bit wrinkly and then wash them again, and all will be well without any extra effort on my part. Satisfied, I put the clothes in the closet, and moved on to the next load.
**I know it's tired, but I couldn't resist.
