So this could be a country western song. My husband was life flighted to Providence due to bleeding on the brain from a bike wreck. Long story, don’t want to post about it here. They didn’t give us much notice when they discharged him so I had to spend the money for a last-minute flight home. Luckily I had just gotten my unemployment check that day. Wait for it, it gets better. So, thinking of all the road rash he has and how much care he would need once home, I wanted to go do laundry before his flight came in so he would have all the fresh, clean bedding to lay on and I wouldn’t have to leave to go do it in the next few days. But, being in a full laundry mat, my loads of laundry were spread throughout. It came time to go pick him up at the airport and some laundry was still damp (at least the bedding was dry) so I told the kids it didn’t matter we would hang them up at home. So we threw the laundry in the baskets as quick as we could and loaded them into the car. Since we had all the bedding, I didn’t notice that the load was short, one load of jeans. To say I was a bit distracted is an understatment. I went back the next day after noticing I didn’t have them, and looked. I talked to the girl there and she showed me what they had in lost in found. But they were gone. Two weeks before school starts.
This is the one and only thing I do not like about living in a dry cabin. I hate laundry mats. I hate going to them and I hate using them. And now I feel really stupid for losing the one load of laundry that is hardest and most expensive to replace. Why couldn’t it have been a load of towels!