I never thought that my weekends would revolve around laundry.
My apartment has a laundry room next door to my suite with one washer and one dryer and I have yet to enter it. That's because I do my laundry at Ma's when I see her on Sundays. However, since she has been in Hong Kong in China for the past few weeks, I have to plan a time to pop by with Argentina.
Today was a busy day. Numz's bridal shower was at Campagnolo from 11:30am-2:30pm, I was going to go rock climbing with her and Nicky after, and then I was going to have dinner at Smeek's p(a)lace. Last night I realized that in order to fit in some laundry-dealings, I would have to wake up early in the morning to get three loads done before the bridal shower.
Well, I went to bed around 2:00am last night, so the 7:00am wakeup call was futile, and I kept pressing the snooze button for almost two hours (which is still on the clock radio on the floor, far from my reach. I have had to sleep with its remote control next to Scylla under the pillow on the opposite side of the bed). My extra sleep, which really was just an adequate amount, forced me to make some changes to my day. It would have to be no more rock climbing to make room for the luxury of clean clothes.
Shortly after awakening, Smeek asked if we could meet earlier instead, and so laundry was pushed to the end of the day. It took me a bit over four hours to do three loads. While waiting, I caught up on X Factor (my favourite group are the over 25s), sang a bit at the piano, gathered some things to bring to Villetta, and looked at some photos of Giagi around the house.
So woohoo, I spent my youthful Saturday night doing laundry. To all of you with in-suite laundry or a non-competitive laundry room, I envy you.
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