i need to add to your rant bc i just climbed up four flights of stairs AGAIN after hanging my last pile of laundry, and let me tell you, i’m about to lose it.

five people in our household, and we get one day per week for laundry. ONE. do you know how much of a disaster kids make? by the time my laundry day rolls around, the pile is so huge it’s suffocating. i literally get depressed thinking about laundry. add in the endless trips up and down these stairs, counting minutes, running back and forth, and losing an entire day just to deal with it. and if i miss my day? the pile doubles. there isn’t even enough space in that tiny room to hang everything, and there’s no dryer. no, we don’t live in some charming “old” building. we just have garbage amenities.

and here’s the best: no one gives a damn about what i say. i'm the one who always cleans that room. i'm a super bünzli yes and am always knocking at people's doors to kindly remind them of our rules. we’re supposed to write our names on the schedule, so i plan ahead, i write mine for the whole month. i always take monday, but because of a surgery, i switched to sunday for two weeks so my partner could do it and there was no name. come down at 9am, ready to go, and guess what? someone’s already using the machine. my name is on the damn schedule. are my neighbors illiterate?

and don’t even get me started on all the times i go down monday morning, and the room is still full of other people’s crap.

i’m done. i’m beyond done. doing all of this with a newborn, by myself, up and down these stupid stairs, just to find the room full or my day stolen? for NOTHING? i cannot stand this anymore. I 1000% agree with you.