I just completed my last load of laundry of the semester and despite the egregious doubts of my mother and grandmother, I managed to get through a whole four months without ruining a shirt, losing a sock, or smelling like old water.
Not that I had any doubts myself. I felt confident coming in that I had the inner resources to rise up to this challenge of doing my own laundry after years of being pampered by the wonderful women in my life.
I also managed to make my own bed, fetch my own medicine, and feed myself (nutritiously at that!).
It’s nice to know that when push comes to shove, I have the moxie to flourish in the single life.
Empowering to say the least.
All the single fellas…all the single fellas…ALL THE SINGLE FELLAS…
Put your hands up!