When we were living with my parents, you could always find me in my room, working away on my laptop. Nowadays, you will surely find me in the backyard, working my washing machine. I must say the hardest worker in the house is not me, but the washer!
I don't know how a family of 3 can generate so much laundry. The first thing I do when I get home is put the clothes in the washer. The moment the laundry basket is emptied, it starts filling up again. The school uniforms and home clothes get washed daily. Before the machine gets a rest, the towels go in next, then the sheets followed by the rugs. It's an endless cycle!
The dryer works just as hard. In the past, the laundry dries quickly out in the yard where it's always sunny and breezy. We didn't even have a dryer. Here in the apartment, we can't live without one. We don't get enough sunshine in the little yard. Besides, it has been rainy since we moved in. I kind of miss the toasty smell of the sun in my clothes.
Last night, SK wanted me to go with him for a swim. "Sorry not today. I've got loads of laundry to do." This morning, I put another load of clothes in the dryer before I left for work.
Funny how my life is beginning to revolve round the washing cycle...