Laundry Blues


The clothing spills out of the basket, bursting with colour. Socks try to make their escape while t-shirts prevent them from doing so. The weekend has arrived – and so has the weekly chore I do not look forward to.

Sorting. Turning socks the right way round. Making sure that each item has no stain that needs to be scrubbed out.

Saturday begins with my laundry date. My laundry basket and I descend towards the basement in the elevator. Β It is early morning and there are no other people around to accompany me. The laundry room is not yet buzzing, though there are a few machines churning their contents and freshening the clothes.

Doing laundry has truly become a chore: moving up and down between floors, breaking up the chore into segments. The sense of satisfaction is great when I am done. But by the end of the day, already there are items that are inching up towards the mouth of the laundry basket.


Do you suffer from laundry blues?

(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: Laundry)

Β© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013


48 thoughts on “Laundry Blues

    1. I think it is wonderful you help your wife with this chore. My husband avoids doing laundry and ironing. What is great, though, is that he cooks while I iron πŸ™‚


      1. Hah again – MY cooking, although perfectly edible to ME, is avoided by most people we know, so my wife (who is a WONDERFUL cook and kitchen wizard – in case she sees this comment) does all the cooking and I am very happy to contribute to its eating πŸ˜€


  1. He, he – here the house queen has all under control. Not turned out socks, not unbuttoned shirts, pants not zipped up and buttoned comes back to me, so I bring my part to avoid work:)


  2. I do suffer from the “laundry blues” and I remember having a wee one living in an apartment and the task of laundry seemed almost insourmountable when you’re trudging baskets of laundry up and down the stairs/elevator for what seemed like the thousandth time. Love your post. Visiting from Five Minute Friday.


  3. Good rant. Glad I’m not alone. I have a laundry room in my house but it still takes me three days to do it because I keep forgetting clothes in the washer or dryer. It just sits there getting more and more wrinkly. And then when it’s all done, folded and put away it has to be done again! Argh!!! And don’t get me started on ironing … I gave that up years ago. My husband irons his own clothes. πŸ˜‰


  4. Dear Colline
    One thing that I cannot do anymore with my illness is laundry. But I can still remember those times when I had to redo all my laundry because I accidentally washed a blue jean with the other washing. Not very pleasant. Thank you for always being so encouraging me at my blog!
    Blessings XX


  5. Queen of Laundry here…this is a chore I actually enjoy! I don’t know what it is about doing laundry that I enjoy so much but I think it has something to do with orderliness in a chaotic world! There is something I find deeply satisfying about cleaning the clothes, drying and folding them perfectly and sorting them into piles for each family member. Maybe, because I am so deeply moved by the human rights violations in the world and I feel powerless to adequately effect change most of the time, I find a personal satisfaction in laundry because it is something I can plan, complete and accomplish. And I am meeting the positive needs of at least a few people.

    Silly , really, isn’t it?

    I don’t feel the same way about cooking and creating food. Maybe that has something to do with the varied responses of those who share my table and the grumpiness of those who didn’t get what they preferred to eat.

    “This is not a restaurant”, I state, as formally as I can, hiding my disappointment at yet another meal where everyone did not beam with utter joy at my culinary creation. Laundry does not disappoint. Everyone loves to find clean clothing in their closets. No one complains.

    It also helps to have a second-floor laundry room right next to the bedrooms. Easy as pie. Well, maybe not pie exactly, unless everyone prefers that particular pie!


    1. I think I would prefer doing laundry if I did not have to take the elevator and go down twelve floors to the machines. Oh well, maybe one day.
      I do agree with you on the cooking Darlene. Though my girls are getting better at trying new dishes – and actually enjoying them!


      1. Oh, yes. I remember that elevator, too. Do you remember, I used a laundry basket in a baby car seat stroller to take all the laundry down? Do you remember, I always worried about losing a precious piece of clothing on the ride up and down that elevator? If one piece was left behind, you’d never know or get it back! And not that any particular piece of clothing was precious due to it’s brand or price, but precious by it’s replacement cost, only. Tough days of struggle back then. Tough days now of a different struggle.

        Don’t forget, about ‘maybe one day’, because ‘maybe one day’ is closer than it was a few years ago. Then we’ll be able to talk and reminisce about those tedious laundry days. I really miss the co-shopping at No Frills. On the drive to and from we solved no problems, but connected over our shared struggles. I really miss the shared struggles.


        1. The opportunities we had to share our struggles certainly made it easier to bear. I miss those days too of heart-to-heart talks in which no judgements were made. It also gave me the energy to continue with each day as I worked on living in a place so far from my birthplace.


  6. When I lived in a high-rise, I, too, hated laundry day. Heaven forbid that I get to the machines without my coins or detergent. Grrr Have a good weekend, Colline. πŸ™‚


  7. I mostly like doing the laundry too, although lugging it up and down stairs to the washing line is not my favourite part of it. I;m with Peopleschoicemovement – orderliness in a chaotic world; but also lucky in that I’ve always been able to dry my clothes outside (and in a temperate climate). It’s lovely to hang it in the sunlight & bring it in warm and smelling fresh. It’s vacuuming that I hate. Although I love the clean floors afterwards.


    1. One thing I miss living in an apartment in Toronto is hanging my wash outside to dry – I miss the scent of the sun on the clothing.
      I am with you on vacuuming – especially when you try to get to those hard to reach places!


  8. I use to go to the laundromat. Hated that!
    Then I owned a home, but the washer and dryer were in the basement. I was still disturbed by that – laundry and stairs!!!!
    Now we have a home where the W&D are on the same floor I’m on. Doing laundry ain’t so bad these days. πŸ™‚
    (But answer me this. Does clothing procreate while in the basket?)


  9. I love doing laundry, even when my sons were little and there were endless piles of really dirty play clothes. I miss those days. Laundry days are days I look forward to – the smell of freshly laundered clothes. Ironing works for me too. I know this is crazy, but I even iron my pj’s. It’s a good thing I enjoy the laundry, because when I ask my husband of 44 years to put the towels in the washer or move them from the washer to the dryer, he never fails to ask, “Which one is the washer?”
    I’m not complaining though, because he is a wonderful help in many other ways, especially helping out by clearing the dishes and loading and unloading the dishwasher every day and doing the vacuuming each week..


    1. I enjoy my things to be ironed too – yes, the pjs too. I enjoy putting of wrinkle-free clothing – helps to make me feel week put together.
      It is good you and your husband have found the chores you don’t mind doing. At least in this way neither of you feel the household chores are such a chore. πŸ™‚


  10. Colline — when I was little, I remember my mom going on a tirade about leaving “stuff” in our pockets — particularly Kleenex/tissue … since I am not a habitual user of them, I never understood the big deal … until … I have been caring for her during the last few months of her sacred journey … and she lives in fleece robes … fully lined with tissue … I learned “shame on me” for not checking … yet … yesterday, I cleared the pockets and she must have had one hidden somewhere — because the entire load had tissue pieces stuck to it. It took neverly a roller of sticky paper to de-flock her robe so I could rewash it. πŸ˜€


    1. As a mom now I too complain when stuff is left in the pocket – or the sleeve. I do not always remember to check tiny pockets and regret it when I see the white tissue clinging to the clothing.


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