Laundry Confessions

When the water heater went kaput, we had to move the washing machine out of the way. Washing machine stayed in the middle of the curling-vinyl laundry room floor for a week and half. Now that everything's turned back on, this weekend has been the Great Clean Clothes Marathon, aka tackling Mt. Washmore, as my friend Melynda calls it.

Things I have discovered while doing two weeks' worth of laundry:

• Every woman deserves her own front-loader.
• My husband has more clothes than I do, all protests to the contrary.
• My daughter has more underwear than a lingerie model (she's six).
• My husband has more underwear than a lingerie model. Yes, it's men's underwear.
  
• My son cannot keep track of his socks. Either that, or sock-stealing aliens from planet Coldfeet have been making repeat visits to our house while we're not looking.
• Some of my underwear is in really sad shape.
• I really need to purge my children's clothes. My son has several pairs of floods that would see him through hurricane season for the next several years, at least.
  
• Scariest of all, my family has enough clothes to get us through two weeks of no laundry.

Towels and sheets today, and then we rest. Finally. My mountaineering days are over!