What am I still doing in Cancun?

The adventures of an American single mommy working and playing in paradise.

Laundry, Laundry and more Laundry


     When I was pregnant I kept hearing about all of the laundry I was going to be doing once my baby was born. After he was born I was thinking, what laundry? I just combined his stuff with ours (there was the bonus of our stuff smelling like baby detergent) and was still able to wash 3 loads (white, black and colors) every week and a half or so. Suddenly, the tons of laundry I was supposed to have back then has appeared.

     Between all the pee pee, diarrhea, vomit (our baby hasn’t been feeling well) and now cereal, I have been doing a load of laundry every single day. Since the diarrhea and vomit have pretty much stopped, I thought the laundry would slow down as well, but then my son spilled my bowl of cereal all over me (and my clean pajamas) this morning and then he spit some of it up on himself (and his clean pajamas) so well…there’s another load for today!

     I probably shouldn’t complain as before we moved into this apartment and I bought a used stackable washer/dryer from a co-worker, I had to go to the laundry mat to wash clothes. In fact, I have been going to the laundry mat since I moved here 10 years ago. Come to think of it, since I lived with my parents I have never had my very own washer/dryer. I have always lived in dorms or apartments that had laundry facilities in the basement (you know, the ones someone is always using, so annoying) or had to go to the laundry mat to wash clothes.

     There is one great thing about laundry mats, you can wash and then dry all of your stuff at the same time because you can used multiple washers and dryers at the same time. Before our bebe was born I used to only go about once every two weeks, but I still hated going, especially when I had to go in a taxi. Lugging the HUGE laundry bag (remember, I said once every two weeks) down and then back up the stairs and then folding 3 loads of laundry at the same time was no fun. I did make friends with a man who worked at the laundry mat though, and we had a lot of good talks.

     Most laundrymats here don’t let you wash your own clothes. Most, for a very reasonable price, wash, dry and fold your clothes for you. We gringos, who prefer to wash our own clothes, have to search out the few places that will let you wash your own stuff. Actually, I always wanted to take advantage and have someone else do my laundry, but since I hang about a third of our stuff to dry it was always impossible.

     So I guess I shouldn’t complain, what if all these pee pee, diarrhea and vomiting, and now cereal clothes had to be dragged to the laundry? Or what if I were one of those people who thought that washing machines and dryers ruin your clothes (a common belief here) and I had to HAND-WASH everything? Forget that! I’ll take my washer/dryer and one load a day over that anytime. I don’t really understand why people think that hand-washing is easier on your clothes. They scrub the crap out of the stuff! In the washer it just gently swishes around.

     Anyway, I’m sure this is just another phase in my great adventure, motherhood. The important thing is when my sweet boy spilled that cereal all over me and I wanted to freak the f out, I didn’t, because I remember how a certain person would really get angry when I would spill something (I am nothing if not clumsy but c’mon, it’s an accident) and how awful it would make me feel.

    My hope for you is that you have your own washer and dryer! Happy washing!

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