Doing laundry around here is a BIG job. It's one job I rather like doing actually. I know, call me crazy. Now, ask me to empty the dishwasher and I seem to have a problem with that. I love my dishwasher and I am thankful for it. I just don't like emptying it. It's a good chore for just about all of my children. My 7 year olds can handle it if done carefully. Anyway, I digress.
This here post is about laundry. Remember?
The problem with being an American family in an English home is that everything is smaller. Much smaller. Smaller washers and dryers do smaller amounts of clothes which means both machines are running ALL THE TIME. Except for when I'm sleeping.
It was bound to happen. The other day, after discovering my clothes were still a little damp, I put a little more time on and after a few minutes, began to smell something funky. Well, not really funky, more like burning wires or something along those lines.
Small English dryers are not meant to run all day for the past year and a half. They just aren't.
You can imagine my surprise when I first laid eyes on this puppy. I mean, look at how tiny it is. I think there are two shirts, a couple pairs of undies, and one pair of jeans in there!
Do you know that it took me a year to figure out how to properly clean the bottom of the dryer out in order for it to work at it's full potential? It was actually my dear husband and also my friend, Sarah, that figured it all out. For an entire year I was overworking the poor thing.
The piles were quickly building.
Said piles were waiting at the door for me so that I can revisit a laundromat.
At least I found one locally. It saved the day!