That's how we know it is Wednesday here chez Lusignan. Wednesdays are ballet class.
Fridays are gym day.
Tuesdays are swimming lessons.
Every other Monday is Brownie Scouts.
I've mentioned many times before how much I hate laundry, loathe it, despise it, dream of a day when the washing machine and dryer are robots that come to our rooms, pick up the clothes, wash and dry them, then fold them and put them back in drawers.
Laundry, aside from being NEVER DONE and CONSTANTLY NECESSARY, is also irritating because it is a scheduling task-master. The piles of laundry don't care if I have a particularly busy Tuesday, 'cause I still have to make sure there is a clean swimsuit ready for the kid at the end of the day.
If I have the swimsuit clean on gym day, it doesn't matter, because we need the gym uniform that day.
If I do a load of laundry on Sunday, but forget to look for the leotard and tights in the hamper (or ballet bag, or wherever my child decided was a good place to undress this week, e.g., on the floor, stuffed in between the mattress and pillow, under a pile of books, behind the radiator in the bathroom...I could go on and on), then I have to do more laundry before or on Wednesday, too, even if 90% of her stuff is clean.
Do you know how hard it is to see a tiny black leotard in a clump of navy school uniform pants and dresses? Do you know how much harder it is to see the navy gym sweatpants if they are separated from the gray gym uniform shirt before being put into the wash? When I see the shirt, I can be almost positive that the pants are there, too; without the shirt, the search usually gets ugly. Do you know how awful it is when the kid decides to be helpful by putting her swimsuit some creative place to dry?
At least 40% of my laundry responsibility is a) making sure the right clothes are washed for the right day, b) finding said clothes, or hounding the little person who wears them to keep looking, since it is her job to do so (and yes, it is just easier for me to look, if only we didn't constantly have to teach these people how to be contributing members of society, chores would be quicker), and of course, c) frantically looking for the clothes at the eleventh hour, hoping that the ballerina can attend class in something other than Brownie sash, pajama bottoms, and a gym shirt.
When I really examine the full breakdown of my laundry time, it is no wonder why it is my household chore nemesis. I'm clearly not doing this right.