I am in my tiny, little laundry room that is right next to the family room.
As much as I detest doing laundry, I do like my cozy, little laundry room as it has a door on it and since the entire On The Upside family believes this is MY room (because no one has a clue how to do laundry, will go near the laundry room for fear I will ask them to do laundry, never takes it upon themselves to sort, load, fold or hang any laundry ever, whatsoever, at any time!), I can normally wander in there - into MY little 8ft. x 6ft. space -close the door and ESCAPE for brief moments of solitude.
I sort clothes.
I load clothes.
I fold clothes.
I hang clothes.
It's mindless work, really, so ... I am content to hang out there for ten minutes or twenty minutes at a time and escape from all human contact and just let my mind wander and be massaged by the swish - swish - swish of my Kenmore washing machine and the drum - drum - drum of my Kenmore dryer.
It is peaceful, in a laundromat sort of way.
It is simple work and I enjoy moments of simple.
It is relatively quiet and, while my hands are normally quite busy, my rattled brain is offered these daily minutes to be cleansed and massaged back to some semblance of sanity because ...
This is MY 6ft. x 8ft. space in our house.
This is MY little oasis (while not at all tropical and lacking a hammock or even a chair and there are no fruity, umbrella drinks or handsome cabana boys).
But ...
It is often MY refuge ...
That is ...
Unless ...
Alexis searches the house ...
Opens the door ...
And invites her seven year old ...
BOUNCY
LOUD
RAMBUNCTIOUS
TALKATIVE
self ...
Into MY 6ft. x 8ft world.
*sigh*
"Hi Hon."
"Knock - knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Knock - knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Knock - knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Cabana who?"
"NO - banana!"
"Oh, yeah."
"Now I have to start all over again. Knock - knock."
*sigh*
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Hey - let's play hide and seek," I interrupt this JOKE! "You go hide."
She runs off happily and searches for the best hiding place ever. I can hear her LOUDNESS still ... even over the swish - swish - swish of my Kenmore washer and the drum - drum - drum of my Kenmore dryer.
*Laundry lady quietly tip-toes over and closes the door to the tiny laundry room and pretends to count, but really ... REALLY ... she escapes back to the islands, where she is lying in a hammack beneath the tallest and shadiest palm trees enjoying the soothing sounds of the ocean waves as they lap playfully against the beach . She opens her eyes only briefly to see her handsome cabana boy walking toward her in his blue and white floral swim trunks, bare, beach-bronzed chest and and sun-bleached hair and ... in his hand is a PINA COLADA with a pink umbrella stickin' out of the top of the frost covered glass and on his gorgeous face is a smile that says, "I am here to serve you - can I get you anything else."*
On the upside ... Yes - yes you can.
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14 comments:
I don't have a laundry room with a door, it's more attached to the kitchen area, weird to say, but at least it's inside the house (when most of the homes in this area - the laundry connections are in the carport... go figure).
Anyway, I love doing laundry. It's the clean smell, the feeling of the fabric. And I can really appreciate how your laundry room is an oasis to you!
My laundry room is a pass through. You know, the kind where the garage door opens up into it - so I constantly have people running in and out - **sigh**.
This is why I must escape for those moments into my bedroom. This is why my I have a sign that I wrote that I can hang on the front of my bedroom door which says "Knock only if you are bleeding and need a ride to the emergency room".
I totally agree with you...Yes,Yes you can!
Great post :D
Is that picture there to let us know you do laundry in your birthday suit??
Hallie :)
I will never look at my small laundry room the same way again. Thank you, for reframing a room that I hated, into a room that can be a brief, calming, get away from it all room. I think I'll even make mine look prettier! Only you, can make me think in such a positive manner, about laundry. You are amazing.
XXXXX
Haha, did you ever go find her? ;)
Oh, the laundry room. I was blessed with a huge laundry room. But no one ever goes in it. Including me. I. Hate. Laundry.
Great post!!
Ooo, a door. Fancy. If I closed the doors to our laundry "room" I'd be squished... but what a great respite for you. Did Alexis ever figure out what you were up to?
I'm not sure I will ever enjoy doing laundry, regardless of the room I do it in. It beats grocery shopping, though!
Oh I was so there for a minute....then the phone at work rang...back to stupid insurance!
I do detest laundry, but want nothing more than to finish our laundry room that is currently in our unfinished basement. I want it to look like the ones that grace the pages of all of those fancy Home magazines near the checkout at the grocery store. Then I can hide there too :). *Sigh* I don't think it is going to happen though.
Ugh my laundry room is in the dark icky basement...me no likey at all. :(
I dread the "I have to start all over again" . . . sort of.
You make laundry sound charming . . . and I'm not even lying when I say my dryer is dinging right now. Gah.
Kel, just continue to enjoy.
Is she still hiding? Too cute! I wish I had a little get away room, can we share?
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