It’s November and Thanksgiving is on most people’s minds. I need to write more. I’ve decided to try and write about what I’m thankful for every Thursday of this month. Today I’m thankful for dirty laundry and a washer.
Today marks my second week of having to pile all the dirty laundry in baskets and drive to the laundry mat. My washer killed the computer that lives in it and I’m waiting on the part to come in. Jesus is my repairman and he seems to think life without a washer in the house isn’t a big deal.
I live with three boys, two dogs and two cats. One of the dogs is potty training. The boys must think they live in a fashion show, because they are constantly changing clothes. We have lots of dirty laundry and I don’t like to have it just laying around. That’s when the laundry monster and the sock elves come out and wreak havoc.
So, here I sit, in the laundry mat waiting on my clothes to finish washing. I’ve already had a guy offer to buy me a drink and give me tips on using the right washer. Last week I had two older ladies show me how to break up my laundry into six different driers for optimum drying. Of course the phone reception sucks in here.
It reminds me of how thankful I am for my own washer, when it isn’t crapping out on me. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal to have a washer and drier in your home, until you don’t. I complain constantly because there is always laundry. This experience reminds me that I need to be thankful for a family who makes laundry. I’m thankful for a great washer and drier I love.
It’s been an interesting couple of weeks visiting the laundry. The people are generally friendly and I can’t help but wonder why they are here. Is their washer broken? Can they not afford to have a washer and drier? What is that he keeps spraying on those clothes he just pulled out of the drier? Why is he doing the laundry?