When I was a nanny I had to do Nicole's* laundry once a week, so I'd toss mine in as well. Now I mostly forget to do laundry until I run out of underwear.
And I have a LOT of underwear.
Stockpiling it is a residual habit leftover from the days when I lived in an apartment with a coin-op washer and dryer. Rather than pay to do laundry, I'd go buy new socks and underwear. Because that's how I roll.
To be honest, this time I only got through about 3/4 of my underwear before I realized I was in dire need of a laundry day. I just got through all the underwear I like.
I call this the Hanging Wall of Bras. It really ought to be the Wall of Hanging Bras, but it isn't.
*Name changed to protect me from having to differentiate her from my sister, who has the same name, every time I talk about her.
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4 months ago