The Time Warp...

Yesterday morning didn't start out too well - the kiddo had an accident on the bed. The mattress was fine thanks to the protector, the comforter? Not so much, and it doesn't fit in the washer I have. That meant as soon as DH came home from work it was off for a trip to the laundromat.

When we lived across the bridge in the apartment, of course we had to use the laundromat in the building. I grumbled my way through it, not because it was a laundromat - in fact, a few months into out living there, they upgraded the already nice machines to HE washers - but because people are rotten, and would get impatient and take your stuff out of the washer or dryer as soon as they stopped. I'd put the alarm on my cell phone for a minute before it would be finished; by the time I'd make it down the hall, yep, you guessed it.

Even if the washer and dryer in this house was almost as old as me when we bought it, I did a happy dance. They were MINE. No more nasty hands touching my DH's underwear! LOL No more begging for quarters because there was no change machine nearby - and I can't tell you how many times the bank would tell us they were out of quarter rolls when I would try to get some! What the? You're a bank!

As far as I know, there's only one laundromat nearby so we headed off as soon as DH came home. (This is where having a couple of recent samples of laundry detergent from Tide came in super handy! LOL) I figured while I was at it, I'd freshen up my sleeping bag since the tag recommends you wash it in an oversized commercial washer.

As soon as we stepped into the door, I cringed. I love me some vintage, you know this, but it was circa 1971 - the paint, the signs, the machines. Half of the washers and dryers had out of order signs that had clearly been there for a very long time, and the layer of dirt everywhere made my germophobe self start to scream.

By the time I finally found a working washer that fit more than two t-shirts (no, I am not kidding - RV washers are bigger!) it was $5.75 for a single wash! I had to cram the comforter in there too, because it wasn't very big. My roll of quarters wasn't even enough for doing a second load, so the sleeping bag went back in the car. (sigh)

I refused to sit on one of those nasty chairs so I sent everybody off to McDonald's playland down the street and stood in front of the washer and dryer the whole time trying not to scratch myself with the heebie jeebies. (If only I had thought to take my camera!)

And yes, when I came home, I took a shower. Ick, ick, ick!