Thursday, May 22, 2008

In Praise of the Laundry Room

I once imagined myself living in New York City – not permanently, mind you, since I know that I'm a suburban girl at heart, but for a year or two. I'd rent a tidy walk-up flat with just enough room for some all-black clothes, hit the theater every night, and enjoy art and shopping.

I have lost that dream. It's beyond me now.

Why? That clever little flat would have no laundry room.

The laundry room has become center to my existence. The micro dude generates about 4000 pieces of teeny tiny dirty clothing every day, so how could I make it through the day without my own laundry room? I jest, but serious kudos to you NYC and apartment types who juggle babies and out-of-apartment laundry. If I were in your shoes, I'd probably resort to keeping the children naked in the bathtub.

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In the interest of equal time, I don't pretend to live in some kind of House Beautiful Perfecto, in spite of happy features I've written about. We have plenty of things to sort out, like how to keep the lawn green, the dryer vent clear, and here's a good one – why do all the lights turn off at 12:15am? Maybe it's just a sign that it's time to go to bed.

3 comments:

Mayberry said...

At least you can send your laundry out to be washed and folded in NYC. That's what I did as a single gal, but it would cost a pretty penny if you had a baby!

kittenpie said...

Ooh, timer lights always freak me out.

And yeah, laundry is a pain in the tuchus in NYC. There is wash & fold, but we never used it because it is bloody expensive, even just with two people. With a family... well, this is why I said I would be leaving NYC before I started our family, because in order to have some quality of life, it is just so damned expensive, and I get can much of what NYC had to offer in Toronto and still have a house!

Still, it was a great place to be for a few years.

Mamacita Tina said...

I can't imagine life without a handy washer and dryer nearby, especially with kids.