5 minute Friday: on laundry {happy anniversary, too}

October 18, 2013, Michaela Evanow, 8 Comments

I’ve folded his clothes for five years now, five years today. It all started the moment we got home from our honeymoon, a blustery, cozy week away in romantic Quebec City. We wore the same clothes, packed extravagantly, enough clothes for each day.


We got home, and we dumped our layers and cozies onto the bed. We were still living in a tiny heritage apartment building at this point. The laundry was all the way down small stairs, through a forest green carpeted hallway, into a cold room with coin operated laundry. I don’t remember doing much down there, since we only lasted two months in that pretty little home. It was loud, like herd of elephants loud, cellphone buzzing on the coffee table upstairs loud.


So we moved. To another city, actually. It was a quick decision, an exciting one to make when you’ve been married for three months. But we did it, packed up, moved on.

And I cried myself to sleep every night we lay our heads in this new city. Louder, bigger, wider. I did our laundry upstairs, in my in-laws house. We were living in their basement suite, and it was large and pretty luxurious. But I hated doing laundry. I waited until everyone was gone upstairs before I snuck into the house, quickly threw our loads in, and then tiptoed back down the stairs. It felt awkward. It wouldn’t nowadays.


After two years there, we moved, hastily, to the downtown core. We had in suite laundry, and the elevator right outside our door. Ding, ding, all day long. Our first night there, we realized we were living above the condo’s community recreation room. There was a birthday, cigarette smoke, glasses clinking, a live band. I nearly pulled my hair out. We were gone within the month.

No photo here.

And finally, we ended up where we are now, in a detached home, an old one, one with walls we could paint, one we could call our own. A vast garden, lush with concord grape vines, Adriatic figs, blackberries, and tiny pears. In home laundry, downstairs. Old, ancient washing machine that leaks and creaks and bangs around like we’re washing bowling balls. And a newish dryer that we bought ourselves—it works well. I hung our laundry out to dry sometimes, so romantic, wind blowing sheets and wooden pegs about. But then it broke, snapped and fell into the garden below. That was the end of that. Now I’m washing all of our clothes, his and mine, and hers. She makes the most laundry, of course. There were cloth diapers once, until our old washer couldn’t keep up, and after multiple escapades of “cloth diaper stripping”, I finally gave up, inches away from incinerating them.

We are a family now, living in a home that has seen a pregnancy full of vomiting, a fast labor, a terrible diagnosis, an emergency call to 9-11, a trip to the Children’s ER that landed us in hospital for 7 weeks, rivers of tears, pee your pants laughter, and most of all, love.

Happy 5 year Anniversary, to my hero, my friend, my forever date.



  • Reply chichipress October 18, 2013 at 7:15 PM

    p.s: I love your new profile pic!

    • Reply Michaela. October 18, 2013 at 7:26 PM

      Thanks to Smashed Photography!

  • Reply chichipress October 18, 2013 at 7:14 PM

    Happy Anniversary to you two lovebirds!! You both are a beautiful couple! A match made in Heaven!!
    You were in Quebec city!! Did you both enjoy a poutine over there?! Est-ce que tu parles francais?
    I’m originally from Alberta but have been living the land of Celine Dion, poutine, Roch Voisine and where you can’t turn right on red… for about 10 years now… and my french is still pretty bad 🙁

  • Reply Kelly October 18, 2013 at 12:12 PM

    Oh, and even in the rough and tumble of those early moves and apartments and loud neighbors, the good part is sharing it all with your best friend. Happy anniversary. 🙂

    • Reply Michaela. October 18, 2013 at 1:07 PM

      Isn’t that the truth? Although sometimes the early days, the early moves ruffled some unknown feathers 🙂 all good stuff though

  • Reply mrsloquacious1 October 18, 2013 at 11:59 AM

    So cute, the matchy-matchy newlywed clothes! And I love reading your love stories, full of tenderness and affection 🙂 Happy 5 years to you both!

    • Reply Michaela. October 18, 2013 at 1:06 PM

      Thank you. And yes, those were the days of matching outfits by accident. ☺️

  • Reply richelle @ "our wright"-ing pad October 18, 2013 at 10:18 AM

    sometimes i have to remind myself that it is a privilege and a joy to do his laundry. loved your pic in front of the chateau frontenac. we LOVE quebec city and Lord willing, may be moving there in the not too distant future.

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