When Ethan's Away...

When my parents offered to take Ethan for a few days this week and weekend, it sparked an urge in me to be productive here at the house.  And, by productive, I don't mean keep milk in the fridge and toilet paper in the bathrooms - although, now that I think about it, we could use both of those things right now...

Anyway.

It dawned on me that since the day we moved into our house five years ago, and two burly men set-up the washer and dryer upstairs,  we haven't so much laid a finger on those appliances except to do a load of laundry every now and then.  The thought of what had built up in there disgusted me and simultaneously propelled me towards an idea: Jeramie would move the washer and dryer out of our laundry room closet, and I would spend two days cleaning and painting my way into a love of laundry.

I'm not totally convinced that the loving laundry thing is gonna happen, but I am ready to get my clean on in there! When I arrived home tonight from dropping off Ethan, Jeramie had already moved the washer and dryer into the hallway, leaving an empty closet which instantly made me want to gag.  It wasn't quite as bad as I had imagined, but I don't do dirty.  And, I'm here to tell you - it's not clean by any stretch of the imagination.

So, what exactly does five years of built up laundry leftovers look like?

Sixteen used dryer sheets, eleven bobby pins, nine socks, one guitar pick, one bra underwire, one paper clip, one safety pin, twenty-four cents, and countless dust bunnies.

I am not proud.

But I am even more motivated and, tomorrow, that closet won't know what hit it.

Key word: tomorrow.  Tonight, there's a bowl of Reese's Cup ice cream calling my name.