Since making aliyah, we've been much better about doing laundry regularly, rather than dealing with mountains of the stuff about XXXXPREVIOUSXLAUNDRYXFREQUENCYXREDACTEDXXXXX.
On the kibbutz, frequent laundry was a given: not only were we limited by the amount of clothing we brought in our suitcases, we also didn't have to ensure we had a load's worth of any type of laundry before carting off our clothing to be washed.
Even after moving to our own place, we never let things pile up as much as we did in America. I assumed this was due to having both a smaller washing machine and an ideally placed laundry room: since it's right next to the bathroom, I have no trouble getting most dirty laundry in the laundry room promptly. This means we can easily see when we have enough for a load, and it takes less than 5 minutes to get a load into the machine.
Over the past few months, we've really been nailing the whole laundry thing, rarely accumulating more than two or three loads at any given time. I figured Husbinator and I finally hit our stride. Got into a groove. Found a part of the housework that we can stay on top of.
Then this morning, when telling someone how BSM insisted on cleaning up his room before going downstairs (this is the second or third time that's happened), the truth hit me. The vast majority of the time that I put laundry in the washer, it's to bribe BSM. "If you get dressed quickly, we'll have time to do laundry!" or "OK, fine: we can do laundry, but you need to finish your dinner first." I even occasionally give him a freebie, agreeing to do laundry with him without any preconditions. Hoo boy. Um, I guess this is a good thing?
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