Doing Laundry - Adult Stylee

I don't do laundry often enough. I hate doing it. It's SO boring, and takes time and often money and a schlepp and... bleurgh.. It sucks. It's not that I'm unhygenic (I think...), but I have set up a system of avoiding it. Thus, I have lots of knickers and socks and t-shirts, and accept that my trousers are often going to be... well... a little grotty. The "sniff test", which usually only guys do? That's my jam. My nose is finely attuned to the socially acceptable level of B.O.; much trial and more error has made me a master of this much maligned art-form.

Not to mention the state of any room I happen to live in. While the bedrooms of most of my friends have scented candles for romantic evenings with their loved ones (no single person under the age of 45 has scented candles in their bedroom for any other reason. The bathroom? Totally.The Living room? Maybe. The bedroom? Totally because they're in a steady relationship. A Very Adult One where they do things like "keep the romance alive". Bastards), and/or citronella to get rid of mosquitoes (also very adult - I hate the little critters, they eat me alive, and I always forget citronella), that's not the case for me. My bedroom historically carries a whiff of "Eau de Foot". Not a good smell. And not a good look.

So: New plan for dealing with the laundry. I normally leave it until I absolutely HAVE TO do it, and it's even more of a miserable experience. Instead, I got a much, MUCH smaller laundry bag, and I'm trying to be really good about putting my dirty clothes in it, rather than on the floor. It's full really quickly, within a few days, so it triggers my "Damn, La Fitz, you're laundry bag is overflowing; you have nothing to wear, SORT IT OUT WOMAN"- reflex. Which makes me do my laundry when it's much less painful... Regularly. Like an adult.

My room's still messy, but at least I'm doing my laundry. Baby-steps to adulthood!