I hate laundry.
I really and truly do.
It takes little snippets of time that add up.
It isn’t so much the actual doing of it, though it is a pain to have to set timers and get everything down there (especially if you put off laundry and have more than one basket load to do), but it’s the fact that it needs to be done, and that you have to put everything away afterwards.
It makes me sound like a lazy slob, but it’s the truth, and I’m sure that everyone at least has some days where the thought of doing laundry prompts a groan.
Laundry is a bit of a must at the moment, making sure that my work clothing is all packed and ready to go for on the 26th.
I must have at least five work shirts and 5 work pants, paired with at least three tank tops and three t-shirts. I must have a couple of sweaters and a few long-sleeved shirts as well, just in case the weather goes Wonky.
The weather network says that it’s supposed to be a warm summer, but Lexy worked at Sleeping Giant Park, and it started snowing partway through a canoe trip.
So that’s adding Long Johns to the list as well.
That’s just work clothing.
To clarify, work shirts are pretty much tan/other coloured button-up shirts that have sleeves. The buttons can be undone, and the sleeves can be rolled up when it’s hot. But it also means that you have the option of protecting your arms from bug bites, or from unexpected coldness. 😀
Work Pants have very simple requirement for me, and it’s something that a couple of the other girls at Rangers found out about after the unfortunate sound.
Work pants must have reinforcement patches on both the knees, and, as uncomfortable as it must sound, the crotch.
The unfortunate sound is the sound of ripped pants.
It’s really not great when one of your work shirts is borrowed so that your buddy can cover the rip in her pants, and it’s not all that great having your bug spray/bug wipes used up because people spray it down the rips in their knees to attack bugs that have crawled in there.
So Laundry is the next part of Summer Parkage Prep.
Why am I doing this again?
Oh, right, money, experience, and muscle buildup, as well as being paid for a camping trip…
Ciao and Zzzzz for now.
P.S. Props for this girl for going on a four-day camping trip when life was a bit too much, and for publicly apologizing when she gets back because she didn’t tell anyone and everyone thought she’d gone missing, sans id and wallet.