Because of the shifting night schedule, my body is starting to do some bad tricks. Without any reason, I awoke four in the morning today. My best friend was still asleep, curled up in his favorite corner of the bed we’ve been sharing for over a year now. I repositioned my body on the mattress, closed my eyes, tried to clear my mind, but sleep didn’t come.
Instead of doing nothing, I decided to prepare the laundry. I divided the clothes into four sets: whites, colored, shorts/underwear, and jeans. This has been my early morning routine every second day of my off from work, so that I could finish everything, get to rest, and still go out if I want to. But not this early, though.
I soaked the white clothes in a pale of water for fifteen minutes. Instead of waiting for the dirt to loosen up, I did the same thing with my colored shirts and polo. After a quarter of an hour, I wringed the excess water off the whites, half-filled the pale with clean tap water and poured a whole sachet of Surf Detergent Powder. The solution was for the second soaking of the white clothes which would take about an hour.
The colored clothes didn’t need soaking for the second time. Instead, I just had to squeeze off the water from them, pour clean water and detergent into the basin, and hand-wash them all using my bare hands. I gave special attention to the collars , underarms, and sleeves. Because of the pre-soak, I was still able to wash my shorts, boxers and briefs using the detergent solution used for the colored clothes.
I always save the best for last. I washed all the white clothes after rinsing the colored ones, underwear, and jeans. All these I was able to do in just two hours. Doing the laundry by hand is not a fun thing to do but I feel a certain kind of satisfaction and relief whenever I hang the clothes to dry. It’s a reminder that the week has officially ended. Yeah, my week ends today. Tomorrow, I’ll be working again. How good is that?