Now that it’s fall, seem to have more energy and motivation to do stuff around the house. And I’ve made a few changes to how I do some things, specifically laundry. As much as I’d love a main floor laundry room, that is NEVER going to happen. We just don’t have the space, and without a massive wallet-breaking renovation and losing half our backyard in the process, we never will. So I suck up trucking four or five or even six baskets of laundry up and down three flights of stairs every two weeks. Sometimes every week depending on how dirty we are.
That’s not the bad part.
The bad part is DH’s shirts and all our table linens that sit (and multiply in the dark of night) in the laundry basket in our bedroom (where I fold the laundry) until I haul it all back downstairs, iron and fold and then bring the shirts back upstairs.
I don’t mind ironing but I don’t like going up and down the stairs like a crazy woman carrying anywhere from five to 25 shirts. Yes DH has a lot of shirts and I am a lazy wife. And no, he’s not going to iron any more than I will and I enjoy doing it on a Sunday night while I listen to the opera show on the radio.
So, I finally had a flash of brilliance and brought the iron upstairs to the bedroom. Genius I know. Now the iron lives on top of the armoire when it’s not being used, the ironing board lives in the knee wall closet when it’s not being used, I don’t have to wrestle with carting a million shirts up and down the stairs and quite frankly the task is much more enjoyable as a result. Sometimes a small change is all it takes to make an unpleasant task better.