laundry (literally and metaphorically)

if you have children, it is perfectly acceptable, in my opinion, and expected, one might think, to do laundry quite frequently. many moms i know do laundry every day just to stay on top of the soiled shirts, pants, socks, undies, bath towels, kitchen towels, sheets, and whatever else manages to get dirty thanks to those adorable little ragamuffins. in resource-limited settings, where people wear the same clothes everyday and use river water to wash their belongings, it also makes sense, in my opinion, to do laundry often as the more frequently one wears something, the sooner it gets dirty.

i do not, however, understand, why a couple of young, middle-class adults, both fully employed with no children or pets and living in middleton, wisconsin (and, as it happens, living in the apartment directly above me), need to do laundry every single night of the week. i know they do laundry every night of the week because i hear them open and close the door of their apartment, run down the stairs, slam the door of the basement/laundry room, which is adjacent to my apartment door, start the washing machine, slam the door of the basement/laundry room, run back up the stairs, and open and close the door of their apartment again. this happens at least twice every night, more if they are doing more than one load of laundry that evening. it's even noisier if they come down together 'cause then they chat it up while they load and/or unload their laundry.

just to be clear, i don't begrudge my neighbors clean laundry or conversation. but seriously, every night? do they each own one set of underpants? can they not go commando one day and give the laundry room and me a break? sheesh!

moving on. i got the cutest kitchen timer from avon!


and i have the cutest niece in the world. i also have the cutest nephew but i don't have a recent photo that expresses his cuteness while masks his identity.