Kinda ironic...

When you're a young(ish), urban dweller, you gather up your laundry, scrounge around for quarters and head down to your apartment building's basement. You put your darks in one machine, lights in another, perhaps using a third for the red tee-shirt that you are too scared to wash with anything else, and the double loader for your duvet. Forty minutes later and you switch it all into dryers (this time, you gamble and throw the red T in with the darks saving you're self $2 and, as importantly, 8 quarters...). After an hour and a half, your laundry is washed, dried and (hopefully) folded back in your apartment.

Then you grow up, have kids and move to a house in the 'burbs. You now have your own washer and dryer. No more watching the minutes to make sure that the person waiting in the wings isn't removing your clothes and dumping them to the side the moment your laundry cycle is over. No more crappy machines running your shirts or finding random beach stains on your jeans.

But now the amount of laundry you have has quadrupled and you only have one machine! Laundry takes HOURS. Each load is a separate process. It becomes an all day, never ending issue. Finally, an explanation for why my friends who have kids are always doing laundry (or about to do laundry, or need to do laundry...)!

Yes, this is a vast generalization. But, I have just washed everything I brought cross country with me in one machine and it made me think about this irony. 'Cuz doing my laundry just took fooooorrreeevvvvveeerrrrrrr!