I have a confession to make…of all the household chores, doing the laundry is my least favorite. Let me cook, clean the banyo, wash the car, fix the plumbing…heck, you can even ask me to tweak the idling of your car…just don’t let me make laba. I do not like making laba. And I believe, the laundry doesn’t like me either. Truth be told, I have ruined clothes in my vain attempt at labada.
I remember one time when I volunteered to wash my daughters’ clothes (they were babies then). When I took the clothes out of the rinse, everything was purple!! Cause…I mixed a pair of denims and a pink blouse with all the whites of my kids. That day our sampayan looked like a Barney festival. Not good. After that, I left it to our trusty Yaya Minda to do the laundry. Never mind that we were always arguing about her methods. But more on that later.
All this changed during our family vacation to Bangkok in 2011. We booked an extended-stay room which came with all the amenities of a condominium including a washing machine. Not just any washing machine..it was a high tech front load beauty. And since we were staying for a week, I decided that I was going to do the laundry. This didn’t go without a fight. My hubby tried to convince me otherwise…and for good reason, I must admit. But I was not to be swayed. I got it into my head that we would go home to the Philippines with suitcases full of clean clothes so Yaya Minda would not have to wash a week’s worth of dirty clothes. Continue reading