Some aspects of living in NYC with a kid are really hard. Like, laundry day. I used to just wait until the weekend, when Jay is home, but sometimes I just want to do the laundry. I like clean stuff. I hate having to add laundry to our list of weekend activities when we get such limited time together as a family. Jay sometimes does his on a late weeknight, too, when he gets home but that stinks. I got in the habit of just doing me and Theo’s every week so that it is less of an amount and so that we can just get it done during the week without burdening Jay late at night, or on the weekend. Either way you look at it, it kinda sucks. Theo enjoys our time there, though, which has been nice. The place we go has lots of video games, vending and gumball machines, televisions, and lots to climb on and look at. The laundromat is only a block away and Theo has been doing a great job of walking on his own while I lug our giant laundry bag. When we pass it, or any other laundromat, he says, “mat!”, and then he says, “monk!” (since we often wash his beloved monkey). He also loves the book, Knuffle Bunny, which is about leaving a stuffed bunny at the laundromat by accident so we talk about this a lot, too. We usually pass the time by playing there, visiting the playground, or going to Penny House and sharing a bagel.