I need some inspiration. I have had laundry issues the last few months. IT SNEEKED UP ON ME. Bear with me. I need to tell the story so I can MOVE ON.
We went to the beach the week of Memorial Day - yes, in MAY. I had a house sitter coming so I was cleaning house like a woman possessed. All the hoodies, sweaters, coats and jackets were on the hooks on the bedroom door. We’d had a late spring, so we needed the polar fleece until mid-May. (Promise! :) Plus there were some dark clothes and a heated matress pad and a full set of sheets, blankets, bath mat and towels that all went in the laundry at once.
I will admitt: I stuffed it all in Rubbermaid bins and stacked them in the laundry room. (I am still debating on whether I should of taken the laundry to the beach - the house we stayed at had a washer and dryer. Should one spend their week at the beach catching up the laundry? At the time I said no - but, it was cold and rained most of the week so in retrospection, I could of used the distraction.)
I came home from the beach a week later with clean clothes.
Fast forward not quiet three weeks later: I washed the dirty clothes in between but I never got to the bins. I am heading to the mountains for 3 weeks. Another house sitter. Another cleaning frenzy before I go. This time the sheets and towels and bath mat just go in the laundry hamper.
While I was gone, the sweet woman staying did about 4 loads for me, put away a couple more, but the washer shorted out—about a week before I came home.
I came home with a suitcase of dirty clothes. (I had spent one day doing laundry mid-vacation.) There are her sheets and towels and bathmat in the hamper, with mine from 3 weeks before. Plus some other things: dog towels, kitchen rugs, etc.
I call the repairman. Oh! then I left for Washington DC for 3 days. Got home at midnight Sunday. With more dirty clothes.
But I had had a great summer!
4 days and a backordered part that took a week later and the washer is repaired…. Thank you Lord! I get 4 loads done, and my lovely, dear, avacado green dryer friES. LIGHTS FLASHING. SPAKRS FLYING. It was quiet spectacular.
I had bought it used, for $45 when I moved in the house in 1983. It had had a new belt and a new ingnighter plug, and it didn’t work on automatic or delicate any more—but it had outlived 6 washing machines. Rest in peace dear friend.
So. Go buy a new one—yes? No. I am remodling next year. Adding a new sunroom and master bedroom. The old laundry room will be torn off, and recreated in another part of the house. I wanted to wait on new appliances (a new front loading washer and an Energy Star dryer) until the new digs are in place. There is not room in the old laundry room for such. So. For now, I have 2 drying racks, a clothesline in the laundry room and 2 on the porch and lots and lots of sunshine and heat. I’ll keep my eyes open for a used dryer to get me through the winter.
Fast forward again to Now: I have emptied all the Rubbermaid bins, except for 2 loads of darks, the matress pad and one set of sheets.
I have done a load of laundry every day since the washer got fixed—after the dryer fried. I did it at night, hung it out in the morning, and got it in AND PUT IT AWAY when I came in from work…. to start all over again after supper. I am almost caught up.
I need to now, this minute go put one basket away. Move some sweatshirts that are in the sweater drawers to the closet, put some sweaters up and then, start a load of whites or darks and get in the routine again.
I had a yard sale yesterday. While getting ready for it last week I took a break from laundry. I am done with that now. The leftovers are in one of those infamous bins to go to the thrift store tomorrow. (And yes, I have a few bins of sheets and towels and bath mats clean and ready to go to Katrina Relief.) It is time to face the last of the mountain of dirty laundry.
God please give me strength. And thank you for listening to my story. 6 years ago