I could do a day in the life post every day for a year, and you'd never read about the same adventure twice. We had a new-to-us adventure last night when one of our tenants put too much in her washer, causing the water to spill out onto the floor. Ryan cleaned up all the water, double-checked all the hoses to make sure that really was the only issue, and we moved the sopping comforter into our apartment to finish washing it, since we have a larger washer.
(I had to giggle, because that even though we put the comforter in our laundry basket to transport it, it was so wet that it sloshed water out the side all the way to our laundry room, making it look like I had a very lengthy and unfortunate accident throughout the entire building.)
Earlier in the week, I actually had a different laundry discussion with a different tenant, and she asked great questions about things I never would have thought to teach her - only because I've been doing laundry forever, and I forget that our tenants might just be starting to learn in earnest about how to do it.
Laundry seems to be one of those skills that all parents handle differently. My mom always did all the laundry when I was growing up. She would wash, dry, and iron all of it, and I think my only chore was to carry it to my room and put it away. I had friends, though, whose parents required them to do all their own laundry as soon as they were capable of comprehending how to do it.
Mom taught me to do laundry the summer before I left for college, though for the first two years, I always brought it home to wash and dry it - because it was cheaper than paying for coin laundry in the dorm. (And I had a guaranteed open washer. Dorm washers were always in use.)
I wasted little time in having a few catastrophes, though. I remember shrinking a couple of my favorite dresses early on because I didn't read the tags. Line drying got me every time - and to be fair, it still does, sometimes. Fortunately most fabrics now are forgiving.
I also washed and dried and entire load of dress clothes WITH a tube of lipstick during my college years. Some of that lipstick never did come out.
After Ryan and I got married, he had a habit of leaving pens and Chapstick in his pocket, and I had a habit of not checking pockets. We ruined more than a few things in those early months of marriage and ended up buying a decorative sign for our laundry room that said "Check Your Pockets!"
As far as I can recall, I never turned any white underwear pink from a red sweater or anything like that. But maybe I did, and I just blocked it out.
So here are some questions for you today:
* When did you start doing your own laundry?
* What is your worst laundry disaster?
* If you have kids, do you handle the laundry game differently than your parents did with you? Or if you don't have kids, what do you think you would do?
(If we had kids, I think I would teach them how to do it when they seemed able to handle the responsibility, but I would only have them be in charge of their own. At least that is what makes sense to me right now. So in reality, it would probably be the complete opposite of that.)























