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. 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)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013