Doing the laundry nowadays is a real drag. I used to think that it was a drag before because our laundry room is inside a small, dark closet in our garage that can reach over 120 degrees in the Summertime. But that was a German chocolate prize-winning cakewalk compared to what it is now. With the kitchen sealed off, I have to carry the laundry out the front door and then down the front walk. Then down the long driveway while dropping rogue socks and underpants for the neighbors to giggle at. Then in the sun porch door before entering two more doors to the garage. In this heat, I feel like I'm in basic training.
As one might imagine, switching out loads takes a real drive to succeed! Not even Mr. Quackers, the Hell Hole Laundry Room Duck can make me feel better about the situation.
Nice Try, Mr. Quackers!
Thanks for not taunting me like the "Ring Around The Collar!" Parrot.
Of course, I realize that I still have it good. I don't have to walk for miles and beat my clothing on a rock in a river. Or sit at the laundromat wondering who washed what weirdness in the machines before I got there. I realize that I've still got it good. I guess this is just the Summer of my whiny discontent.
All of this laundry thinkin' reminded me of this photo that came from one of my Grandmother's photo albums.
My Grandmother told me that this photo was taken right after her brother gifted his wife with her first automatic washing machine ever. Darned tootin' she was overjoyed!
Before the kitchen situation, the Mister and I had talked about having a laundry room built inside of the house (a real modern marvel!) but after the construction woes of late, I'm not sure we'll ever have the nerve!
x's and o's,