Just when I thought I had washed it all...

I guess I blog a lot about laundry. That should tell you something. I really think I am drowning in it. For those of you who came to my house for Thanksgiving and went into my bedroom, you can confirm that yes, in fact, I am drowning in laundry. So you're thinking- what can be post-worthy when it comes to laundry? Other than complaining about it, or patting myself on the back for actually being caught up (a rarety, I assure you), I don't think that it really is postworthy. That is, until I opened the dryer tonight.

I've washed a lot of things. Last week, for instance, I washed a disposable diaper. I don't recommend trying that one. Not pretty. Tonight I opened the dryer (don't ask me how I got this far without noticing anything) and the first thing that came out of the dryer was a brown blob- it fell on the floor- I ignored it. But then I started to notice an odor and as I'm pulling out more clothes, an even bigger brown blob drops to the floor. I pick it up, take a sniff (I know, what was I thinking?) and HELLO- poop in the laundry. This might insite a riot in some households but in mine, poop and peep, whether I like it or not, just seem to be something I can't avoid. Most people only have one shadow, I have three. I know, you are wondering about the poop (and if you're not, you should be)- it was hard as a rock. But really, where did this poop come from and how did I not notice it until it had finished baking its aroma into my laundry? We will never know people, we will never know. We pulled out all the clothes and sure enough, poop marks here and there around the barrel.

I'm sure at this point Dave was thinking "How the heck did Natalie just wash poop but more importantly, how many of my clothes have been compromised?" I just couldn't get past the "How am I going to clean poop out of the dryer?" Not to mention, "Where exactly did this poop come from?"

Anyway, for those of you who are now traumatized, I can only give you these words of reassurance- I live for bleach. We take strolls in the park, walks along the beach, all that kind of stuff.

I'm trying to think of a moral to this story. Really, I've got nothin'. It's easy enough to say "Don't throw poop in with your laundry" but then I would be the master of the obvious and that's no fun. Some things you just can't be prepared for and you just have to roll with it. So I guess the moral to this story would be- "Roll with it people, just not in it."