Out of Laundry, Out of Room

Good news: I finished the laundry. And, not just for the day. I mean, it's ALL done. Baby socks and pajamas, bathroom rugs, dog puke towels, random blankets, and every pair of "last resort" underwear.

A couple of weeks ago, the washer started leaking water and we had to buy a new one (and a dryer, too). Luckily, we were able to find and agree on some new machines rather quickly.

We purchased high efficiency front-loaders and had them stacked in our broom closet of a laundry room/pantry. The plan is to put in shelves next to them where the old dryer used to be (but you know how long it takes for "plans" to actually come to fruition, so I'm not counting on them).

Since the new machines were installed, I've been a crazy-laundry-doing-lady. If I'm going downstairs, I'll grab an armload of towels or jeans or baby clothes. I push a couple of buttons and voila! There's even an upbeat tune that happily alerts me when a load is done.

Sure, when the clothes are dry, I take them upstairs and drop them on the bed and forget to fold them until it's time to go to bed and I'm too tired to do it. But, I do anyway because it's only one little pile instead of a two-week-tall mound of socks and sheets and shirts like it used to be.

I'm not sure why it's so much easier to do laundry with this new set-up. It could be that the machines tell me exactly how much time it will take until they are done. It could be that I'm excited to use my new toys (if you want to call them that), and this laundry love will wear off.

Or, it could be that with the stacked machines, I can open the door all the way and no longer have to summit a pile of jeans and t-shirts to reach the washer.

There's a problem, though.

Now that everything is clean, it is apparent that we have more clothes than we have room for. Our bedroom-sized master closet has space, but we don't own enough hangers, and both of our dressers are jammed. White cotton socks and nylons spill out of one of my drawers . If my mother saw it, she would say, "It looks like your dresser is throwing up socks." Lovely thought.
Of course, T Junior has a large dresser and a beautiful organized shelf system in his closet. His stuff is all put away and easy to find.

But, Mommy and Daddy don't have anywhere to put our clothes. Currently, there is a pile of folded t-shirts living on the top of one of the wire dog crates in our room. When Lucy needs to go in her house, the pile is transferred to our bed. When we sleep, it goes back to the crate, and so on. We try to wear stuff from that pile first.

Hopefully, we'll have some more dirty laundry soon.