For the first time since the purchase of my washing machine and dryer, they are empty.
Washing machine? Empty.
Dryer? Empty.
And, before you ask, no, they are not broken.
From the moment that sure to be sainted Sears deliveryman deposited them into their new home in our mud room, they've housed load after load of our laundry. More often than not, they've housed the same load for a day or two at a time. But, that was never something a good pour of vinegar and another spin in the washer couldn't fix.
We're a family of five. Three wild natives masquerading as our children , a mud pit for a backyard, and cloth diapering our youngest two have kept those two appliances happily humming along hour after hour, day after day, year after year, going on four years. There has always been laundry. Always.
But, yet, here we are at the end of the day without nary a load working up a good suds. My dryer balls are silenced for now. There aren't even piles of sorted laundry along the floor, either.
And, speaking of floors. My bedroom floor is also lacking in the laundry department. The mountains of clean clothing to be folded and put away that usually greet me are indeed, folded and put away.
Frankly, I'm still in a bit of shock at this strange occurrence. Disbelief had me check the washer twice just to make sure. Still empty.
Repent, good people. For surely the end is at hand. How else can I explain away the fact that today I conquered laundry?
Laundry fairies? I think not.
Tomorrow, as they say, is a brand new day. And, with it there's sure to be laundry.
Washing machine? Empty.
Dryer? Empty.
And, before you ask, no, they are not broken.
From the moment that sure to be sainted Sears deliveryman deposited them into their new home in our mud room, they've housed load after load of our laundry. More often than not, they've housed the same load for a day or two at a time. But, that was never something a good pour of vinegar and another spin in the washer couldn't fix.
We're a family of five. Three wild natives masquerading as our children , a mud pit for a backyard, and cloth diapering our youngest two have kept those two appliances happily humming along hour after hour, day after day, year after year, going on four years. There has always been laundry. Always.
But, yet, here we are at the end of the day without nary a load working up a good suds. My dryer balls are silenced for now. There aren't even piles of sorted laundry along the floor, either.
And, speaking of floors. My bedroom floor is also lacking in the laundry department. The mountains of clean clothing to be folded and put away that usually greet me are indeed, folded and put away.
Frankly, I'm still in a bit of shock at this strange occurrence. Disbelief had me check the washer twice just to make sure. Still empty.
Repent, good people. For surely the end is at hand. How else can I explain away the fact that today I conquered laundry?
Laundry fairies? I think not.
Tomorrow, as they say, is a brand new day. And, with it there's sure to be laundry.
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