The day I dread out of the week is today. Time to wash clothes at the laundry. My laundry accompanies me with clothes of a family of five. Plus a party of 4 at the laundromat.
Yes, my kids go everywhere with me. I am there only caregiver. My family is very small and the one that I do have is like not having any. My husbands side, live in Mexico.
My oldest kids, chore is to fill the laundry bag with there clothes and that takes them about 20 minutes “hold the bag,” “no you hold it” by the time it’s time to head out I have already lost half of my energy to even say anything or yell at them.
I want my kids to learn to be independent for their future. So that they can be self efficient. My mother always had me do chores and I’m thankful for that. Yeah I complained during that time but it definitely paid out.
Once the car is loaded, with the laundry clothes we head out. We really want to invest in a dryer and washer for the house but little by little. We just purchased our home in Los Angeles, California. We have two years as homeowners. And what can I say it’s expensive. On top of that come bills, food, car payment etc… you know the whole Finance.
I don’t mind heading out to the local laundromat. Kids get to play with other children that come along with their moms too.
Once, I land at destination. I place Noah, in his stroller and grab the laundry carts and load the clothes. Marley and Justin help me push the carts inside the laundromat. While my older kids sit and play at the little tables I load clothes into the washers. While I steer my son in the stroller.
It’s summer time here and vending machines are in the laundromat. Of course overpriced junk food and drinks. I just bought a portable cooler and carry water, yogurt, fruit and some veggie chips. To keep the kids handy if they have the urge to ask for a snack at the vending machine. Saves money and more options for them. Always freeze water bottles and place them in there or leave some in the car. So when your ready to drink the heat has already melted them.
Once the washers stop. I start loading them in the dryers while steering my son on the stroller back and forth. He’s quite the unstable, hyper, loud crying fella. So have to lend him my phone at times. Yeah, I rely on technology. I know many parents are anti technology. And I totally respect that. To each their own.
This generation is different than when I had do go do laundry with my mom. She had me folding clothes and sorting socks. But my son is 2 years old and impatient. A little “Harry the Bunny” helps.
I bust open the dryers. Luckily me they all stop at the same time. But I work one by one. I start folding sorting shirts, shorts, underwear and then lastly socks. Do you guys always have missing pairs? I do all the time. My kids always have mismatched socks. It’s annoying, there under there beds or tucked away somewhere in the house.
By the fourth load. I’m exhausted sweating profusely. Kids are bored they want to go home. Once I finish everything is put away loaded in carts, and back to load the car.
After that I need a nap! The best part about laundry day is the struggle of doing it and being able to have that peace of mind that no baskets at home are overflowing.
Putting away the clothes is another tedious arrangement. Sometimes I leave the clothes inside the bags. I just pull out what to wear during the days. Luckily my husband understands and does the same. I love how understanding he is. He knows how hard it is with my three kids.
I know better days are coming. And I will look back at these moments. And miss them. In the meantime, I’ll just write about it. So one day Marley, Justin and Noah can read my blogs. I love my kids. Cherish every moment mom and dad’s.