I thought my attitude towards laundry was unique. But, at a bingo game, I mentioned this, and every elderly person groaned and expressed their own thoughts.
Then I read the history of laundry.
"The history of laundry is a fascinating journey that highlights the evolution of an essential household chore from its ancient origins to the innovative technologies and practices of today. As our understanding of textiles, cleaning agents, and machinery has advanced, so too have our methods for keeping clothes and linens clean, fresh, and well-maintained. As we continue to develop new technologies and embrace sustainable practices, the future of laundry promises to be even more efficient, convenient, and environmentally friendly.".
This might make some sort of sense to the weak and frail minded. I have spent 60+ years doing laundry. The early decades involved a wringer washer with two rinse tubs, and hours of hanging them up on a clothesline. Our clothesline was made from heavy wire with clothespins. I started the clothes washing when I hit 10. I was never weak. Week in, week out.
Mom got sick one summer and boyhowdy! did I learn a lot. Every week or so, Grandma Cardiff would appear in their car driven by Grandpa. She became the "Alpha" of laundry. But I was the labor part of the laundry process. I became the alpha in training, continuing on this until we got a real honest-to-goodness washer when I was 16. My folks got a dryer a year or so later, when I went to college.
Then after the clothes have been taken and down to be folded, there is always some laundry that needs to be ironed.
There are so many memes that properly state the misery of laundry. I have spoken my piece.
