Week One: Are We Gonna Make It?

I spent about $7.00 at the evil Wal-Mart on a clothesline, hardware, and clothes pins. Upon purchasing these items, I was feeling confident in my ability to make this change. As the week wore on, every time I changed out of clothes I was fraught with anxiety. "Can I really wear this outfit again? [peers in hamper] Well, it's not nearly half filled, maybe this time it'll be okay to put these clothes in." Sometimes, I put my clothes in my husband's hamper to make it seem like I wasn't the biggest laundry contributor. Sneaky, I know.

Saturday arrived as a hot, sunny, and humid Gainesville day. Brian (my husband) decides to put up the clothes line. Not as easy as one would think! When I did help, we basically bickered and even yelled at each other. We both stepped in a somehow hidden pile of dog poop. Things were not looking up. We finally got it hung to a point of mild satisfaction.

Brian typically does most of the laundry. I'm lucky, I know. We both kept count and ended up doing five loads in the washer and three in the dryer. Only 1 load on each side to get it down. Although, it will definitely be difficult.

I've realized that the problem isn't so much the amount of clothes. It's all those little things, like dish towels, cleaning rags, dog bath towels, sheets, Brian's sweaty soccer clothes, and small rugs. Those are what add at least 2 loads per week. In general, neither of us were put off by the amount of work required (unless Brian feels otherwise). I feel like we achieved a small victory this weekend, but we still have some conserving to do to seriously achieve the goal.