Let's do some Manic Math, shall we?
OK, let's start out on a Monday morning, feeling pretty good, going to get ahead of the mad-laundry fiasco and start an early morning load.
Imagine you have a bottle of this:
because a friend's machine was broken and she needed to get some laundry done, so sweet Manic Mommy says, "Sure! Come on over and do some of your laundry."
You'd do the same for a friend in need, wouldn't you? And how very sweet of your friend to bring her OWN LAUNDRY SUPPLIES!
So, you've got the first part of the equation.
Next, imagine that the 1/2 bottle she leaves at your house somehow, some weird unexplainable way, falls into your machine when you are, I don't know, plucking your eyebrows, walking circles through your living room, to your dining room, through your kitchen and back around... you decide... whatever. So, a 1/2 of a bottle of FABRIC SOFTENER finds its way here:
INTO YOUR WASHING MACHINE.
Not a quarter cup.
Not a cupful of fabric softener.
(BTW, doesn't it match nicely with my blog template?)
Falls, somehow, INTO YOUR WASHING MACHINE.
And yet, somehow, you fail to realize this as you throw a load of darks into your machine early this a.m.
So, for those of you not following along, you've got your 1/2 bottle of fabric softener, you've got your washing machine, and now the two have oddly joined forces, almost like those old Reese's commercials:
"You've got fabric softener in MY washing machine!"
"No! You've got your washing machine in MY FABRIC SOFTENER."
Well, let's see how this concotion plays out...
I come back from a playdate this a.m. and notice a beautiful smell not unlike a field of spring fresh flowers permeating through the house.
"Hmmm," I think to myself. "The next load I do, I should maybe try some of that fabric softener because it obviously freshened up my friend's clothes she washed last night."
A couple hours later, I'm getting a headache from the freshy-fresh florally field smells and this reminds me I have yet to transfer my clothes from the washer to the dryer.
I open the lid.
And am blasted with the scent of FDS. You women know what I'm talking about, that feminine deodorant vajigity spray that is probably the worst thing in the entire world for genitalia, but that is a topic for another post, another day. Still, this is what the scent reminded me of.
I find THE WHOLE BOTTLE IN THE WASHING MACHINE. And the cap is also in the machine. But not on top of the bottle!
This is a launder's problem.
It, I must admit, angered me. Annoyed me. Forced me to pull a "rinse-repeat-rinse again" maneuver on my laundry.
And then, finally, I could rinse no more. And I threw the clothes into the dryer.
Not recommending this EVER when it comes to doing laundry, but seriously, if you have a math equation such as
You can be guaranteed that your clothes will come out like this:
and definitely this: