I’m a Fake Adult*

I have a small confession to make.

I realized something yesterday. I’m a fraud. A fake adult. A pretend grown-up.

I did laundry yesterday. This is not exciting. I do laundry all day every day.

This time I was washing something new, so I checked the tags. As I was checking the tags, which I do often, you know, as an adult woman doing laundry would do, I realized something:

I have absolutely NO idea what the symbols mean. None. Zip.

I have been washing laundry for 20 years. Somewhere along the line I realized that you should read the tags before washing things. Check. I do that.

…I just have no idea whatsoever what they mean.

A triangle? A square with a circle? Some squiggly stink lines? An X? It feels like some sort of Egyptian hieroglyphic code.

The only laundry symbols I understand are “dryclean only”… which is code for “do not buy”.

I know that I could probably just look them up. But… effort. I’ll probably just keep pretend reading, toss everything in and hope for the best.

I’m 36. It’s too late for me now. I’m committed to my laundry ways. It adds a little spice to life… you never know what’s going to happen in the washer!