Doing Laundry At The Laundry Place Isn't My Thing Either

especially when I got all the way there to discover I didn't have any soap OR quarters.

A critical oversight, I know.

Renee's done most of our laundry since we've been here. And since she comes back tomorrow, I thought about waiting. But since my son used a whole bottle of vinegar to try to make something explode and then used most of our towels to clean it up, I decided that it might be best to get it done.

No more science experiments for that boy until the moving truck arrives.

I went all the way back home to get the soap and rummaged around to find 3 dollars and 50 cents. That oughta do it.

Did you know it costs $2 to wash a load of clothes at one of those places? My $3.50 wouldn't cut it after all.

So I walk across the street to see if that bank would cash an outa state check. Nope. Really? Isn't cashing checks a thing that banks like to do?

I used my MasterCard in the ATM and changed those into quarters.

I get 3 loads washed I'm checking out the dryers. The sign says I'm supposed to clean out the lint trap. Like *that's* going to happen. I don't mean to be a laundry snob but someone else's lint? Not a chance.

Big dryers! I can easily get 2 loads in one--maybe 3. Then the laundry lady comes by and tells me not to do 3 since it would be too heavy. OK, 2 it is. I didn't want to push her in fear that she'd find out I disobeyed the lint rule.

I park myself in a chair opposite my clothes so I'll know when they're done. I notice an elderly man watching my laundry spin. He comes over and asks me if I'm using the 118. Not sure what the 118 is, but I show him the ones that are mine.

"Have you seen my brown house shoe?" he asks.

Apparently he left it in there. I offer to stop the load to let him look but he says he'll wait. Next thing I know he's digging in my dryer and pulls out his lost slipper. He holds it up to me with a huge smile on his face. Kinda bold, but really cute.

I get home with my fluffy laundry glad it's done and more thankful for Renee than ever before.

10 minutes later my daughter is looking for her sheet. Nowhere to be found and I'm hoping she just forgot to give it to me. Time goes by and a few more things are missing.

Really?

So I head back up there, check the dryers, and come home puzzled and empty handed.

Getting ready for bed it hit me -- Maybe I did 4 loads instead of 3? Maybe there's something in the washer instead of the dryer? Sigh.....

So here I am at 7am sitting in the laundry place watching my lost load of clothes spin around.

I don't think it's supposed to be this complicated.