Laundry Couch provides me with much needed space on which to store the many loads of laundry that I produce in a week. Laundry Couch may look like a space to sit on, but that only applies to you if you are a cotton or polyester blend, size 2T or 3-6 months.
When we moved into this home, it was...err...partially furnished, and not to our asking. It's a 'free living' situation provided to the minister of music (a.k.a. my husband) at our new church. It was formerly the parsonage for the church, but the parsonage has since officially moved to another town, as the pastor didn't always want people knocking on their door with questions, comments, prayer requests, etc. This is now our burden to carry, although I do believe I've taken care of that - we haven't had any unexpected guests since the last time I answered the door, in my underwear, holding the sleeping baby, whispering to the women at the door and looking around suspiciously, hoping not to wake up the sleeping toddler down the hall. When I answered, I honestly thought my husband had just forgotten his house key and was home from work. Oops.
So, we moved in to the old parsonage, and were 'blessed' with a whole lotta furniture and religious relics that we really weren't interested in retaining. It since has all been removed, except for a baby grand piano yet to be dealt with (anyone want it? Not worth anymore more than its ivory keys, but it has genuine ivories...please???), and a couch and recliner which we chose to keep. The couch has since been named Laundry Couch.
It's very, very easy to do laundry throughout the day, as it takes about 3 minutes total involvement - throw the laundry in while the water fills, toss it in the dryer, hang up a few things here and there, and voila, it's finished, warm and fuzzy in the dryer. Folding and putting away laundry, though - that's another story.
I do at least a load a day - sometimes three or four if I'm inspired and if I've worn the same pair of yoga pants three days running and can't find anything else to put on my lower half. It's also pretty much impossible to get through a day without doing a load when you have this on your hands (as well as an infant who regularly spits up all over himself):
Laundry Couch happily houses my laundry while I'm unable to get to it other than to quickly sift through for yet another onesie, or my next stash of burp cloths and bibs. It's amazing, and I want to thank whoever left it for providing me with the best laundry storage area ever.
I get around to folding the accumulated loads probably twice a week. It's one of my favorite evening pastimes (not really). A pile, as you'll see below, contains five or six loads and takes me probably about two hours to fold, but I can get two and a half episodes of something watched while I do it, which is lovely. I usually kick back with my friends from Lost, categorize and fold the massive pile, and put what I can away, which typically means I look at the folded laundry, relish in my powerful domesticity, and say, "Ahh, whatever, I'll put it away tomorrow." The folded laundry will remain neatly stacked for a day or two until more loads need to take their turn on the deep, wide cushions that just look made for holding them.
Here's to you, Laundry Couch. I look forward to sitting on you.
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