Someday They’ll Tell Their Therapists All About This

Our washer broke last week. That’s not a good thing in a household which includes 7 children, just in case you were wondering. The repairman has been out here twice and it’s still not fixed. It needs a new switch, which I would think was simple, but that switch is in another state and the whole country is in the middle of ice.

We’re out of clean clothes.

I went to Target on Friday and bought underwear for all, but I’m not replacing entire wardrobes….that means we’re doing laundry today old-school. (Yes, I could have taken it to a friend’s, but I didn’t want to miss the repair guy or a delivery I have to sign for….that’s what happens when you order 100 copies of your book…the printer wants you to sign for it…speaking of which …. Do you have one yet? Go get it here. I promise you won’t have to sign for it unless you order 100. If you order 100, I might just have to deliver them myself to say thank you. Fair warning.)

I filled the tub with laundry, water, and soap…tossed in a couple of children…I had extras just lying around…put on music…and it was a clean clothes dance party.

They look pretty miserable in that picture…here they are in action:

They look pretty happy to me.

It seems like a good idea today, but I’m sure it will leave some therapist scratching her head and muttering to herself in about 10 years or so. (No, I don’t think this is the reason they’ll end up in therapy…think of this as a nice bonus gift.)