If Joe and I ever hit the lottery and build a brand new home, I am having the laundry room put upstairs, right next to the bedrooms. Frankly, I don't really understand whose bright idea it was to put the laundry room in the basement to begin with, but every house I've ever lived in has had it there.
I have a decent set up in this house because I have a laundry chute. I take my clothes off and stuff them in the chute. When I'm ready to wash clothes, I open the door at the bottom, and the clothes come tumbling out, ready to be stuffed into the washing machine.
The only problem is that someone has to carry them all back up the stairs after they've been cleaned, and that seems like a waste of energy to me. Invariably, my socks get lost. Seriously. I'm lucky to wear my socks two or three times before they disappear forever.
If the washer and dryer were upstairs already, this would be a non-issue.
My dream of an upstairs laundry room is exactly what I thought of when I saw the Wonder Wash. Sure, it washes quickly, uses less water, and saves money on detergent, but the key for me is that I could use it upstairs. I think I'm going to ask for one for my birthday.
I'm going to ask for a mini Countertop Dryer, too, so that I have the whole set up. I could wash my clothes every other evening, and I'd never have a laundry mess again.
Why, you ask, do I have a laundry mess now?
It's sort of a long story.
First of all, you'd think someone with a blog called Feels like Home would keep a nice, clean house free from clutter, dust bunnies, and clothes all over the floor, but that's not exactly the case. Feels like Home is more of an emotional description for me than a physical one.
I am terrible at picking up my clothes. I leave them lying on the floor. Frequently. When I'm lucky, they travel from laundry chute to washing machine to dryer to laundry basket. Then I wear them, stuff them in the chute, and the process starts over.
I'll admit that it is sort of pathetic. I just can't seem to get myself together in this area.
So anyway, do you remember the other week, when I lost my wedding ring?
I was frantically looking for my ring. I picked up every piece of clothing in my bedroom (and there were about two hundred pieces more than there should have been) and stuffed them in the laundry chute. I didn't find the ring. And then I realized that the ring could have been in the chute, so I ripped everything out of the laundry chute and shook it out on the floor of the laundry room.
And that's where I left it, on the floor of the laundry room, looking more or less like that.Ã‚ I don't know if you can tell from the picture, but that pile is about five feet tall and easily six feet across.
The mountain of laundry was embarassingly huge, and it was problem enough by itself.
And then one (or more) of my cats peed on it.
So you know what I'll be doing for the next seventeen or so days – washing and drying clothes that are soaked in cat pee!
(un)Happily submitted to Tackle It Tuesday
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