I'm sure we all remember the day our Mom taught us how to do our own laundry. Or the day that you ruined your favourite shirt and learned these things the 'hard way'. Regardless on where your lessons came from, we all learned the same elemental rules:
a) Don't mix white, colored, and dark clothing
b) Don't pour Javex on top of the clothes
c) Don't wash towels with your clothes (they get nibby)
d) Hang your clothes as soon as its dry to prevent wrinkles
e) How to iron when you didn't hang your clothes as soon as it dried
f) Don't overfill your closet, it puts back all the wrinkles you've been trying to avoid.
You might be wondering what the connection to well done laundry and having your boyfriend away actually is. Especially since Dan probably does more laundry than I do while he is home, or has never been one of those boyfriends that just expects you do all the laundry cause its a "woman's job" (he knows better than this).
Despite working in a profession where a uniform is required, I have always had a surplus of clothes. And since my size has only changed slightly since I was a teenager, I rarely need to get rid of clothes that no longer fit. Ever since I have been 16 and started doing my own laundry, I have been having trouble following rule f) Don't overfill your closet, it puts back all the wrinkles you've been trying to avoid. No matter how much bigger a closet I acquired, I still had the same problem - cluttered clothes. In fact, having to wear uniforms has only complicated the issue cause that just means I have more things to hang in there.
Dan on the other hand has a very minimalist attitude. Less is more in his world. He is not a collector of things, and never has more of anything than is required. So his side of the closet always has lots of space. So much so that he neatly arranges his hangers like once inch apart as if he didn't want one item of clothing to touch another! (Sorry babe, this was a necessary description)
And here we are: with Dan away, his half empty side of the closet is even emptier now that he has most of his belongings packed up and taken with him. It only seemed right that my things spill over into his side, ya know, to equally disperse the weight, and make the closet look more organized, and..... My clothes were getting all jammed up in there. Blacks touching whites, long sleeved mixed with short sleeved. It was too much for me to handle. And on top of all that, it was too cold in the morning to creep to the spare room (where I hung my uniforms) and get ready for work, so they made their way to his side as well. So for the first time in my life, I can finally follow laundry rule f) and while it may only be temporary, these days my clothes are enjoying lots of extra arm space :)
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
No Snooze Actually = More Z's
First of all, I'd just like to say thanks for your patience ... the great thing about having your boyfriend home for a little while, is that you don't need to rack your brains for something great about him being away! :P
So as great as it was to have Dan home again for a little while, I did not miss the snooze alarm. Let me stop here for a moment. Here is what I have discovered about snooze buttons: You are either a snooze lover, or a snooze hater. I have also recognized that your love or hate of the snooze button is directly related to if you are a light sleeper, or a heavy one.
Heavy sleepers love the snooze button, because really they didn't wake up in the first place, so they just roll over and continue to sleep as if nothing has happened. When it is finally time to wake, and actually get out of bed, they feel like they've scored an extra 10 minutes of sleep (or more, depending on how many times they press snooze). Light sleepers however, hate the snooze button. Here is why: we actually wake up when the alarm goes off the first time, enough awake, that the 10 minute interval is not near enough time for us to fall back to sleep. So we just lie there, anticipating that alarm going off again, and waiting for it to happen so we can shut it off and get up.
So this brings me to my next enjoyable thing about Dan being away... he is a snooze lover, and I am a snooze hater. So when Dan has to get up for 7:30am, his alarm starts going off at 6:30am... and keeps going and going and going every 10 minutes until he finally drags himself up. I on the other hand, wake up at 6:30, and lie there tossing and turning for an hour until he shuts that damn thing off for good. And while he goes about his day feeling vibrant and refreshed cause he got an "extra" hour of sleep, I go about feeling drained and tired, because my last hour of glorious, warm, mind-healing, body-soothing sleep was completely disturbed by listening to his alarm continuously go off!
I never really understood the snooze button to be honest. I mean, I like anyone else, love to sleep. The worst part of sleeping, is hearing the alarm go off and knowing that it is time to get up. So I cannot imagine why in the world someone would want to prolong that feeling, or experience that sensation over and over and over... I figure the "band-aid solution" works best: Like ripping it off quickly and having it over with, I wanna hear that alarm once and just get up and deal with it.
Accordingly, for the next several months I can enjoy sleeping all the way until 7:30am.. or whatever time it is that my alarm will go off only once :) And that last glorious, warm, mind-healing, body-soothing hour of sleep will be all mine until Dan comes home!
So as great as it was to have Dan home again for a little while, I did not miss the snooze alarm. Let me stop here for a moment. Here is what I have discovered about snooze buttons: You are either a snooze lover, or a snooze hater. I have also recognized that your love or hate of the snooze button is directly related to if you are a light sleeper, or a heavy one.
Heavy sleepers love the snooze button, because really they didn't wake up in the first place, so they just roll over and continue to sleep as if nothing has happened. When it is finally time to wake, and actually get out of bed, they feel like they've scored an extra 10 minutes of sleep (or more, depending on how many times they press snooze). Light sleepers however, hate the snooze button. Here is why: we actually wake up when the alarm goes off the first time, enough awake, that the 10 minute interval is not near enough time for us to fall back to sleep. So we just lie there, anticipating that alarm going off again, and waiting for it to happen so we can shut it off and get up.
So this brings me to my next enjoyable thing about Dan being away... he is a snooze lover, and I am a snooze hater. So when Dan has to get up for 7:30am, his alarm starts going off at 6:30am... and keeps going and going and going every 10 minutes until he finally drags himself up. I on the other hand, wake up at 6:30, and lie there tossing and turning for an hour until he shuts that damn thing off for good. And while he goes about his day feeling vibrant and refreshed cause he got an "extra" hour of sleep, I go about feeling drained and tired, because my last hour of glorious, warm, mind-healing, body-soothing sleep was completely disturbed by listening to his alarm continuously go off!
I never really understood the snooze button to be honest. I mean, I like anyone else, love to sleep. The worst part of sleeping, is hearing the alarm go off and knowing that it is time to get up. So I cannot imagine why in the world someone would want to prolong that feeling, or experience that sensation over and over and over... I figure the "band-aid solution" works best: Like ripping it off quickly and having it over with, I wanna hear that alarm once and just get up and deal with it.
Accordingly, for the next several months I can enjoy sleeping all the way until 7:30am.. or whatever time it is that my alarm will go off only once :) And that last glorious, warm, mind-healing, body-soothing hour of sleep will be all mine until Dan comes home!
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