First time for everything
Desperate to have clean workout clothes for the run tomorrow, I sucked it up and gathered my dirty laundry- only the absolute essentials. Into the bathroom and into the bucket they went. This was my first time in my life washing my clothes by hand.
I have a washer. The problem is that when the electrician came to do some work, he did something that made our washer and laptop/phone chargers stop working. We ended up having to buy new Apple chargers (flippin expensive!) and now we’re getting the washer fixed. So that leaves me with washing my own clothes in a bucket, wringing them out and hanging them out to dry.
Growing up with my dad being transferred from city to city, as children we didn’t end up really settling down anywhere. We had a helper (we called her ‘kakak’- the word for ‘sister’ in Indonesian), driver (Mr. Danny- with such a genuine smile I’ll never forget), gardener, pool cleaner, and all that good stuff. Alhamdulillah. We always had our own rooms. I’d make a mess before school, promising myself I’d clean it when I got home, but kakak would clean it. I remember thinking to myself ‘I wish she would just let me clean my own mess! If she does it for me, how will I ever learn?!’ But I was too ‘busy’ to tell her.
Finally, we moved back to Houston. Lo and behold, my room was a mess 24-7. Cousins would come over and I would tell them ‘Sorry, I’m in the process of cleaning it’. The response from the clever one? ‘You’re always in the process if cleaning it, Sara Baji.’ She was right. But what could I do when I had 2 beautiful angels come in my room every 3 weeks to not only organize it for me but also do my laundry??
Thank God I eventually learned how to be clean and organized but it was only after marriage that I was forced to start. And today was the first time I washed my clothes by hand. It’s ok because there is a first for everything and I don’t mind if this isn’t the last.