Not sure the cause, but WordPress (this blog’s platform) was not working properly to allow me to put out my post earlier. Oh well, better late than never (it most cases… but I bet that philosophy has led to more than a few avoidable pregnancies).
Now, my wife might give me a hard time about not knowing how to sort laundry but without me we’d have no living space. I’m not saying she’s right about my laundering knowledge, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say she’s wrong. Initially meant for sanitary reasons, everything we could buy to use with Ryan (except his own clothes) was bleach-able. No sorting necessary! Just load up the machine, add some detergent and bleach, and push a few button. Presto! It’s practically foolproof.
It doesn’t clean itself.
That’s a problem.
We considered getting laundry service, but worried about sanitation and reliable delivery. Many people have offered to do our laundry, but I know Ryan wouldn’t feel comfortable with it. Brain injury is messy. Aside from the obvious bathroom episodes, there a frequent spills and bodily fluids that are unavoidable.Oh, and Ryan does this too…
Normally, we manage fairly well. It’s just an issue when one of us can’t get to it. We don’t have any assigned schedule between us. This is usually a great solution. Usually. But, when we both take our eye off the ball, it builds up rapidly. I’m not joking when I tell you that missing one day will back us up for two. It’s just that much!
Today is just such a day. I have laundry coming out the wazoo! It’s times like this I long for the washing machines in the hospitals. They had this nifty accessory that automatically added detergent, bleach, and fabric softener. Talk about taking the guesswork out of it!