A Little Mother's Day Gift to Myself
I mentioned in my previous post that I was home with a feverish kid on Sunday.
For better or worse (worse, I'd say) I decided to do a load of laundry while my other peeps were at church. "Do" laundry as in dry a load of laundry. Our washing machine kicked the bucket about a week ago. We've been washing at my parent's house and hauling things back home to dry.
So, in my defense, my laundry routine is all messed up.
Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be doing laundry on a Sunday morning.
Otherwise, I probably would check pockets before washing or drying a load of pants.
Oh yes, I did.
I was a bit dismayed when the first pair I pulled out of the warm dryer (one of my maternity capris) had a spot. Then I noticed it was more like .... a lot of spots.
As item after item came out of the dryer smeared with blue, I really started to panic.
All in all, 14 pair of little boy shorts, pants, and mama capris, and 2 pair of Daddy's work socks looked like they've been tie-dyed.
Four or five of the darker denims came away unscathed.
There was nothing left of what I'm guessing was once a blue crayon.
Any tips? (Other than the obvious check pockets.) I could use 'em!