Laundry

We were overwhelmed with appointments this weekend. My son had his fifth doctor's appointment of the week on Saturday, and we had a special event to go to today. It was also the unveiling of the foot stone for my mother-in-law, who passed away almost a year ago. But the stone incorrectly stated the information for an unknown man who had passed away in 2006. How horrible! We trekked all the way out to the cemetery, along with several close family members, and then found the mistake. The whole thing has to be fixed and reschedued within the next two weeks.

But the laundry still has to get done. Between this morning before we left, and this evening, I ran about 8 loads. We're lucky to have a laundry in our apartment. Honestly, we wouldn't have chosen this apartment if it didn't have a laundry. The amount of laundry you do need to do for a family is exponential. Located directly in front of the half-bath, our laundry room includes a stackable washer and dryer, and a built-in cabinet for the step ladder, cleaning supplies, brooms, plastic bags, laundry detergent, etc. The cabinet also includes an upper area for tools and parts. Sometimes I call it the garage closet. Across from the washer and dryer is a wicker laundry basket and an ingenious folding/ expanding drying rack. I sort the laundry in the hallway, or in the kitchen.

Folding takes place in our bedroom, and I think that as I write, my husband is continuing to fold. Due to his superior folding skills, we call him "the folder."