Got up this morning to start the first loads of laundry and discovered something about the last load from last night. A diaper ended up in the washing machine and of course it broke apart and left nasty little gel-crystals all through the wash. These things are awful to clean up, if you haven’t had the pleasure. They cling to everything. If you try to clean them off with a towel, they squish. The only way to get them off is running water.
So I spent an hour this morning carefully rinsing off every piece of clothing and bedding from that load in the shower. I know I didn’t get them all but I’m hoping I got the majority. And I’ll run them through separate loads today. Which means instead of my usual two or three loads of laundry, I have six. And that’s assuming I don’t have to re-run any of them. It’s going to be a long day of running back and forth to the washer.
That’s the unpleasant part.
But as I was doing this, I had a little positive thought. This would be an absolute disaster if I was still working. I would be going to work tonight and lose eight hours of time I could use. Not to mention trying to get everything else done which I have to do today.
Instead of a disaster, this is unpleasant and inconvenient. Nothing worse than that.