she’s baaaaack! (soLs)
The laundry fairy has resurfaced in my life. She doesn’t make frequent appearances, but she is always welcomed.
I first learned of her existence when I was in college. I brought home basketsssss full of dirty clothes on Friday night. The weekend passed, and I never went near the washer and dryer. Yet, on Sunday I loaded basketsssss full of clean, neatly folded clothes into my car and return to college. Must be a laundry fairy that lives at home, I realized. I tested the theory, and for years I brought home baskets of dirty clothes that were magically transformed into neatly-folded piles of clean clothes.
The laundry fairy didn’t visit for many years, even though her presence would have been appreciated. The simple act of washing, drying, and returning clothes to closets and drawers eluded me. I was always behind on laundry. Always. Then the two of us became three and I learned to keep up with the baby’s clothes, but not with the parents’ clothes. I remained behind on laundry.
The laundry fairy returned with the adoption of our daughters. My theory about the laundry fairy living at my parents’ house was reworked. She was at my house also, coincidentally on the two days a week my mom brought Stephanie and Sam back to our house for a nap while I was at work. Every Tuesday and Thursday for an entire school year the laundry fairy washed, dried, and neatly folded kids’ clothes. The parents’ clothes continued to pile. Laundry remained my nemesis.
Then in August 2011 something truly scary happened. An exchange student moved in with us and played varsity soccer. At this point I realized our family’s load per a day was nearly 3. I caught up with laundry and refused to fall behind. Every day our washer churns, our dryer purrs, and I neatly fold clothes, piled in stacks outside of respective bedrooms. It is part of my daily routine.
Our dryer died last week. I might have freaked a little. And then I remembered the laundry fairy.
Reliving my college days, I tucked a basket of dirty laundry in the back of my car. I left it in front of the laundry room at my mom’s. Later that day, I received a text telling me to pick up clean laundry from the library (where my mom is the director). I found another laundry fairy too. (Who knew there was more than one!) I can wash clothes in my washer, put them in a laundry basket, and drive them to Andy’s parents’ house (about 3 miles away). There I toss them in the dryer. When I return they are neatly-folded into stacks piled in the laundry basket.
I’m thankful for the laundry fairies. But I’m a little surprised too. I can’t wait to pick up our new dryer (and washer — a bigger one in order to more easily win this laundry battle). This isn’t such a surprise, because it’s fun getting something new. The surprise is this:
I actually miss doing laundry. (Will wonders never cease?)
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