Laundry Horror Stories

[conny63malies]

Quote:
My granny once accidently dyed my grandpas workclothes for the barn purple...

 

[The Chicken Lady]

My laundry pile is almost gone! I have been going at it nonstop since yesterday morning.

You know all those special, handwash-only, delicate holiday fancy clothes? Yeah...

(along with holiday tablecloths, napkins, and everyday wear...)...

Almost done! Almost done! I feel almost as ambitious as Miss Prissy

(well, maybe not, but the thought makes me feel better about all this work...).

 

[redsgr]

I have done the egg in the coop jacket pocket thing. I am glad I have NEVER done the CAT THING!!! That would be awful. My favorite is finding money in the laundry.

 

[MissPrissy]

I didn't use my holiday tablecloths this year. I made them eat on a placemat. No extra laundry!

 

[Sissy]

Oh, reading here just made me feel better,
I too had so much laundry after the holidays , I just let it
it be, LOL But now have it done finally.
Paid 21.00 to the cleaning store to try to get the green from the white table cloth , after leaving a green sox in the washer bummer.. there goes my chick $$$$

 

[SunAngel]

I can totally relate motherof5boys1girl. It is very traumatizing!

When we first moved into our new house, we stopped at a house with a free kittens sign. Ended up taking 2 home. I set up a spot for them in our downstairs bathroom, which also has our washer and dryer in it. The kitten I chose was a black fluff ball and the kids had chosen an orange tiger striped one and named it Nemo. They were maybe 7 weeks old tops. I was doing laundry one morning and they had been sleeping in a ball on the floor on a blanket. I started the dryer and left the bathroom. For some reason, it hit me a few minutes later that I didn't stop to pet the kittens before I left the bathroom. My heart sank when I opened the door and only saw my little black kitten wandering around, somehow I just knew. I yanked open the dryer door, dug through the clothes and found little Nemo limp and gasping for air. I honestly had no clue he could even jump that high, let alone do it so quietly in the split seconds between me grabbing clothes from the washer. I ran him under cool water to try to lower his body temp and tried blowing air into his face while rubbing him. I sat there sobbing while he died in my hands. We buried him in the backyard and it still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. The kids seemed to deal with it better than I have.

I have never gone through anything that horrible in my life. To this day I still feel awful and I wont start the dryer til I double check it twice and locate the younger cats. Theres lots of times I forget to start the dryer cause I go looking to make sure I can find them all and forget to go back. I hate doing laundry now and thankfully have 2 teenagers to help me out with it.