Laundry Doesn't Do Itself

It is Tuesday so I am joining up with a couple of fun linkys. The first is at Babies, Boobies, and a Blog.


The Coach said the following post was TMI. I thought, "All my posts are TMI! " Anyway...consider yourself warned.

Our dryer has been out. It makes a sound like dying cow and smells like a forest fire.

The laundry of seven people piles up quickly. It busted on Saturday, by Wednesday I couldn't even get IN the laundry room.

It reminded me of the time I went on strike. I wasn't mad at anyone. I wasn't trying to teach anyone a lesson or anything. I was just tired of doing laundry. The laundry is completely done one day, folded, put away even. Then the next day it's all back in the laundry room. Remember that story about the shoemaker who had little fairies who made all his shoes at night. I felt like I had fairies that came in the night and pranced around in all of our clothes. While they pranced they rubbed food on our shirts and also they had terrible BO.

I went on a benevolent srtike.

The Coach being the nice, clean socks loving man that he is picked up the slack. He didn't say anything about it he just started doing all the laundry.

My life was perfect.

Until I noticed one day it had been a while since I had any comfortable underwear. You know the kind. The ones with no itchy lace, the ones that are non wedgie inducing. Some people might consider them, granny panties. I had no idea what had happened to all of mine. All I had in my drawer were special occasion, decorative drawers.

I went on a search to see if they had been put in one of the kids' drawers. It was a scary thought since even though there is a 120 pound weight difference between my older boys they will attempt to wear anything they find in their dresser. When you ask one of them why he is wearing shorts that are three times too large/small his answer is, "It was in my drawer."

But no they weren't wearing my undies. Thank Goodness.

I found them in a pile in the bottom of an otherwise empty laundry hamper. It seemed as if The Coach had systematically avoided washing them.

Do you think he was trying to send a message??

By the way, after seven calls to try to schedule service a very nice repairman came out and fixed the dryer. The problem? A pencil had gotten wedged between the back of the dryer that moves and the part that stays still. It was charred. I know which pair of shorts the pencil came out of.....I just don't know which brother was wearing them at the time.



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