Doing laundry is too hard
It’s no wonder my parents would not let me do the laundry for the first 14 years of my life because when I did it for the first time this weekend, it did not go well.
I had to ask my mom to teach me because I had no idea what to do. All I knew is that I was not allowed to mix the colors and whites no matter what. My mom told me that I had to separate the laundry into three piles, lights, darks, and colors, before I could do anything else.
I was not expecting to have to do three loads so I was a little bit mad about that but I got over it. We took the dark load and put it into the washer.
My mom taught me how to measure the right amount of soap. All I had to do was pour the detergent into the lid then into the washer. That much was easy; I could do that.
She taught me how to turn it on and get it started, and that was harder. I’ve always been really bad with technology and figuring that stuff out. Eventually, I got it, and we got the load of laundry started without that many issues.
We didn’t have any issues until we got to the colored load. That’s when I realized that I still had to put my shirt in. I really needed that shirt because it’s one of my favorite shirts to wear to cross country practice.
I decided that it was smart to open the washing machine to throw in my shirt; I really needed it. The washer was going strong, and I was trying to figure out how to unlock the washer door so I could put the shirt in.
Turns out, there is a lock on the door for a reason. I was so proud of myself for figuring out how to unlock the door that I didn’t even think that when I opened it I would make a mess. I opened the door, and a waterfall of soapy water poured onto my laundry room floor. Thankfully, the load in the dryer was mostly towels so I was able to stop the spread of the mixture. I cleaned it all up, put the towels back in the dryer, started it back up, put my shirt in the washer, and started it again. My mom still doesn’t know anything about it.
If I were to do the laundry again, which I won’t, I would be more patient. A load doesn’t take that long, and I could have washed my shirt by itself, and I would never ever open the washer door. Now, I know.