The next system in place that assists the Ronne family towards a more peaceful, idyllic experience together has to do with laundry. First, a disclaimer, laundry is not my thing. The Lord did not gift me with the ability or the desire to have perfectly pressed, folded, fluffy, and sweet smelling laundered items. My laundry is kind of embarrassing; it doesn’t really smell like anything because I usually forgot fabric softner and along with that nice crisp feeling due to a lack of softner, there are usually a few wrinkles because I don’t generally get around to folding it immediately, (actually I often fold it a few days after it has come out of the dryer but more on that in a minute.) I just don’t care that much (it’s not on my priority list as I detail in the post, Not That Mom) and as moms we only have so many minutes in a day and laundry is not top on my list of things that I want to accomplish well. If it’s clean, I’m happy.
Admittedly, I do have two washing machines and two dryers which has been a life saver with the amount of clothing, towels, and bedding this family goes through on a daily basis.
My laundry schedule begins something like this: immediately upon waking, I go downstairs where the family avoids me like the plague for about 10 minutes; just enough time they have estimated for me to make a cup of coffee and get at least a few life saving drips down my throat. I then get Luke ready and once he’s dressed and drinking his morning cocktail of yogurt and juice, I head to the laundry room where I throw a load in one of the washing machines which consists of everything I gathered up from the previous evening. After a few more sips of coffee, to the point where my brain starts firing on all pistols, I head upstairs and pull the bedding from one individual’s bed. This is also a system in place where I wash one family member’s bedding a day, although certainly not written on stone tablets but my intentions are pure nonetheless. That person’s bedding goes into the other washing machine. My day continues as I throw those two loads into the dryers and when they are complete, I begin 2 more loads from one of the 4 dirty clothes hampers from around the house. All in all, I usually do 4 loads a day. I have a large laundry basket where the items get promptly thrown right out of the dryer.
I have mentioned before that I have a complete disdain for sock sorting. This large basket is also where the hundreds of stray socks live until Ryan gets around to them. The clothes are washed, they are dry, and now they will sit in this basket until I get around to loosely folding them - which in all honesty, could be in a day or two. I do not enjoy folding but I recognize that it is a necessary evil of motherhood, and I also feel a little guilty because Ryan already sorts the socks, and I can’t actually expect him to fold all the laundry too…… can I? Doesn’t seem fair.
Here comes the system part of it all, I have 7 plastic bins in my laundry room on shelves. Each bin has a child’s name on it. As I fold the clothes, they go immediately into that individual’s bin.
I also have 9 sock containers on separate shelves, also in the laundry room. As you already know, I do nothing with those but they are a helpful tool for my husband.
Once an individual’s bin is overflowing, I ask them to put their clothes away and upon doing so they return the empty bin to its place on the shelf. The other small part of my system, amazon automatically ships me laundry detergent on a monthly basis with free shipping so I never run out. Voila, that’s it and the system starts all over again the next day, the endless cycle of dirty clothes forever and ever amen. I would welcome any tips in this area, like I said, not really my specialty but I’m certainly willing to learn from any experts out there!
Just keep livin!!