Let's start with the nostalgia. Saying goodbye to my old washer and dryer. The washer and dryer that did my babies' first laundry... The washer and dryer that I learned to wash cloth diapers in... umm, I think that's it; ode over. See, a woman can make anything a little emotional. I almost got a little teary this morning when I took out my last load of wash from my old top loader, I even sang Yesterday to it. But then I remembered all of the reasons I was getting rid of it: the spin cycle shook the whole house, that's if it spun things out. Half of the time I had to run at least an extra spin and anytime I have to add a cycle there's an added chance that I'll forget to return and move it to the dryer. Then there was the size, it was taking 3-4 loads to get just our darks washed. And finally, there was that infernal buzzer on the dryer that couldn't be turned off; yet another noise to wake the baby sleeping above the laundry room. Remind me again why I was getting teary? Oh yeah, I washed my babies' first laundry in that machine.
|In all fairness, there are three sets of sheets and towels included in this pile.|
Do you have any secrets or tips for making laundry not such a chore? Or for actually getting it done weekly? My poor husband.