The other afternoon, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, readying the house for dinner guests. Our laundry “room” is a tiny closet off our kitchen, so I decided to multitask and throw a load in while I prepared the meal.
We have a 30-plus-year-old, top-load washer that doesn’t have all those newfangled features and settings, so I usually dump the detergent in and allow the basin to fill about 1/6 of the way so the soap and water mix before throwing my clothes in. Well, on this particular day, I did that and then ran over to the kitchen sink to wash some veggies, planning to return to add the clothes after about a minute.
You can probably guess where this is headed. I busied myself in the kitchen and never ended up adding the laundry to the washer. Thirty minutes later, the washer finished its cycle, and I walked over to find the lid open and the basin empty. I immediately realized what had happened.
By that point, Mr. Handsome had returned from work and was vacuuming the living room, so I told him about my little blunder. “You know,” he said. “I walked by the washer and saw it running with the top open and nothing inside, and I just thought to myself, ‘This must be why my wife never asks me to help with the laundry. There are just too many things I’ll never understand.'” We both had a good laugh.
Has anyone else made a similar mistake?