Usually our laundry routine works quite well. There are 11 of us, of course, which means a great deal of laundry. But we've got things down to a semi-science, with various people doing various jobs.
So we rarely get way behind, and we rarely have laundry catastrophes.
But yeah, yesterday didn't go well. We were running laundry cheerfully enough, when we suddenly smelled something dreadful in the washer.
Kevin, of the eagle eye and nose of bloodhound, successfully tracked down, yes, a small lump of fecal material, also known as poop, in our washing machine!
AFTER we had run a couple of loads. My best guess is that one of the little ones had an accident and 'helpfully' threw a pair of underwear with unpleasant load into the washing machine. Because that's what you do with dirty undies, right? Wash them.
So that meant we had to wash some clothes over again. Not that they really smelled, but I just KNEW what had happened so had to wash them again.
And then, to add insult to injury, we had a sheet problem. Fridays are the day that the younger 7 kids change their sheets. We have 2 sheets for each child, so when one comes off, another clean one should be available to put on the bed. But SOMEHOW, the middle girls only had 2 clean sheets. 4 dirty. We figured this out at night. So here we are, juggling laundry that had to be re-washed with a frantic need to wash a sheet so Angela could make her bed before bedtime.
Result is that I have a half load of wet stuff from yesterday sitting in my entry room because somehow we overlooked it. Today we wash our sheets, so I have to wait for those to dry before I put the clothes from yesterday in.
We are close to being sorted out, but arghh. Not a stellar day in the laundry department!
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