Kid C has a thing with my washing machine. He likes to watch it swish and swirl. He likes to watch the bubbles form. He likes to put things in it. What kind of things? Oh, so many kinds of things.
Here's a list of just a few:
The entire content of the garbage can
Four extra loads of dirty clothes, maybe five, depending on the day. Yes. All crammed in together. Nice huh?
Food, all kinds
The cat (This one didn't work so well, and was just a one time thing.)
This post is mostly about the last item on the list. Laundry soap. Do you know how many times you have to rewash a batch of shirts if a small child dumps an entire bottle of liquid laundry soap into the machine? Well, let me tell you. I don't know, but it's a lot. I'm working on ten times right now, and the suds are still billowing out of the clothes like they have rabies. It's not a pretty sight.
Usually, I lock up the washing machine. I know it sounds strange, but hey, you try picking twenty-five pounds of clumping cat litter out of your pants and see if you don't grab the power drill and attach a padlock to your washer and dryer. I'm telling you, it would only take a few times and your house would go into lock down, too.
So what happened today? I thought, What the heck, live a little. Leave it unlocked. What's the worst that could happen? Yup. I'm brilliant and now, I'm paying the price. And what a bubbly price it is.