This
morning I did something I swore I would never do. I paid someone to do my
laundry. I dropped off my 31 pounds of dirty clothes and can pick them up clean
this afternoon. I won't of course, pick them up today- the Laundromat will
close long before I'm home, but in theory- I could.
I am horrified that my life has come to this. I am actually, not figuratively - actually too busy to wash my own clothes. And I'm out of clean underwear, so dire straights are happening right now.
I just got home from an amazing 4 night cruise to Mexico and while I meant to do laundry before I left, it didn't happen. And maybe it's because I've spent 5 days feeling pampered and spoiled, but the thought of paying to have clean clothes came just hairs ahead of buying new clothes instead of washing them myself.
At Christmas this year my mother said "that living in New York has changed me", and while I didn't agree at the time, I now see that she is right.
I am horrified that my life has come to this. I am actually, not figuratively - actually too busy to wash my own clothes. And I'm out of clean underwear, so dire straights are happening right now.
I just got home from an amazing 4 night cruise to Mexico and while I meant to do laundry before I left, it didn't happen. And maybe it's because I've spent 5 days feeling pampered and spoiled, but the thought of paying to have clean clothes came just hairs ahead of buying new clothes instead of washing them myself.
At Christmas this year my mother said "that living in New York has changed me", and while I didn't agree at the time, I now see that she is right.
