We have a laundry chute. It is in our bathroom on the 3rd floor and "chutes" all of our dirty clothes down to the basement laundry room - wonderful invention. We have managed to keep this treasure hidden from our children so we haven't had any unusual items showing up in the laundry pile ready to be cleaned.
I am not a very skilled homemaker. I rarely cook a meal, wipe the baseboards, or clean the windows. But laundry. . . I take pride in my laundry. I do not let Bob go near it. I keep up with it regularly so I was not surprised to see an empty chute in the laundry room this morning. Yeah, me!
What now? Should I wipe down baseboards and clean the windows? I go to get dressed and look for one of the three pair of pants that still fit. The pants are no where to be found. How is that possible? I am living in a house with no dirty laundry. Let me check. They must be folded neatly in a basket somewhere and I just overlooked them. No. OK, I'll check the laundry room again. Upon closer inspection, this is what I see.
A set of sheets plugging up the chute. Oh, that explains a lot. So as gracefully as a very large pregnant woman can, I use the hook of one of the kid's umbrellas and the stools from "The Firm " (an exercise video set I promised myself I would do on a daily basis about 5 years ago) to gently pull the sheets down to freedom. Tah-dah! There are my pants and about 2 other loads of laundry. To some of you this may seem like a huge challenge or a big disappointment, for me it is an opportunity to actually accomplish something productive today, besides caring for two young children!
1 comments:
I'll cook your meals if you do my laundry ;-)
Laundry is the bane of my existence!
We had a laundry chute when I was growing up. I actually willingly slid down it once. Only once, though, because let's just say...it wasn't a pleasant experience!
Nice to you meet you Alana!
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