Dirty Laundry
So, every mother who does laundry occasionally finds stray items tucked into pockets, or in the bottom of the washer after the clean wet clothes come out. This week, inside one of TSM1’s socks I found an unwrapped sucker. And of course, it was not one of those little dum-dum suckers; it was one of the BIG tootsie pops. *shudders*
I started to have flashbacks to when I found the crayons. You know, afterthe dryer cycle was finished? I have never felt so grateful for finding something before it went into the wash. Like many of you, I routinely find cars, happy meal toys and rocks (the TSMs love rocks). I even sometimes find a bit of loose change, but I’m pretty sure that’s my husband.
What all have you found in the laundry lately?
Chapstick, a pencil eraser, and a dirty jenga block.
And by “dirty” I mean “adult version.”
Beleive it or not, I found the game in my primary library right after I was called to be primary president. I brought it home to paint over all the steamy questions on the blocks, thinking we could still use them for something in primary once they are kid friendly. So far I haven’t painted over anything, but the baby loves to play with them. At least he can’t read.
Jason left a pen in his shirt pocket and I washed and dried the lovely black-ink pen, unbeknownst to me, of course. So when I pulled the laundry out of the dryer, black ink on everything. Oops. It was early in our marriage so I got a pass.
Gum. Dave leaves whole packs of gum in his jeans pocket. I never realize it until the dryer is done. Grr…Will loves hiding Aiden’s plugs in his socks.
Sadly…my husband’s Ipod. AFTER it went through the washer. It is dead. And I am in the doghouse. (Because I grabbed his jeans off the hook in the bathroom while he was in the shower and threw them in the wash…so, it’s not like he left the Ipod in there and put it in the laundry. No…this was me because OCD and grabbing up pants he wasn’t ready to put in the laundry yet.)
Not lately, but one time I had a repairman out, to try to fish out tools and things what was surely my husband’s forgetfulness for leaving in more screws or nails in his barn coveralls – the cause of my overflowing washer. After about 30 minutes, the repairman straightened up and held out a long piece of metal.
“Oh my gosh! I can’t tell what that even is! I can’t believe I didn’t find that in my hubby’s pockets!” And the guy laughed.
He’d seen it all before.
It was an UNDERWIRE from my bra! She says, then dies of embarrassment…..
lucky lady… I found the sucker after it came out of the dryer – although, all things considered it wasn’t too bad. I just had to rewash the load.. way better than crayons.
Lately I’ve been finding CASH! Teenagers are a GREAT source of extra income! Little does she know I’m recycling her allowance….in more ways than one.