I am officially an adult! How do I know this? Because I about did the dance of joy when the washer repair guy came today! We have only been washer-less since Friday at noon. That meant two of the 4 regular Friday loads had been completed before the door hinge decided to break on our front loading machine. Since we could not ensure it was tightly shut OR that it would open if we tried to jimmy it somehow, we left it until today when the repair man could come.
On Saturday I spent several fun filled hours at the laundramat doing the 6 loads that accumulated between Friday at noon and Saturday at about 2 p.m. What can I say? We are apparently a very sloppy family of 6 with a LOT of wash. It did not help that Friday we also change the beds and one of those loads did not make the cut before the door catastrophe.
But today, today is blissfully wonderful and right. There is no mountain of wash in my teeny bathroom. This was seriously giving me anxiety which is somewhat stupid. In my defense it is a VERY teeny bathroom and the pile, er mountain that developed was large enough to hide a Yeti.
So now, I will drink tea and fold wash, and smile!