When we were DINKs (double income, no kids), Mr Karen and I thought it was a great idea to have our laundry in a cupboard under the stair. Why not? They do it in Europe. Every Saturday morning, we would change the linen, put a load in the machine, do the grocery shop and then come home to peg out and fold. All the week’s work done in one day. The best part was that we could shut the cupboard doors and forget about washing until next Saturday. So simple. So satisfying.
While a laundry in a cupboard is an efficient use of space, it’s less than practical for a family. It’s not fit for purpose. And no matter how hard I’ve tried, our constant
stream flood of laundry cannot be contained behind a double cupboard. Where do you keep the dirties? Where do you fold? Where do you hide the ironing basket?
My logical response to the flooding was to introduce a series of ‘overflows’, whereby I have many baskets throughout the house to act as catchments. Fine, except now there are puddles of clothes, bibs, face washers, and towels everywhere. I cannot escape them. The result is a big clean up mission before we have visitors, or if the visitors are unannounced, they just have to step over the puddles.
We are in the throes of building a new laundry. Inside, I am all jazz hands and running man (my only two dance moves) about this new laundry: WHOO-HOOO!! It will make everything easier. Although the reality is, with 3 little boys and 2 un-toilet trained, I think the new laundry will mean lots of dancing in the rain.
How do you feel about laundry? Necessary evil or simple and satisfying?