Dear Washing Machine,
I know we were just together, but I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m in love. With you.
I’ve never felt this way about an appliance before. The microwave, Magic Bullet, waffle iron – they were just passing crushes. What I feel for you is the real thing.
I know I’ve talked trash about laundry before, but it’s the clothes I hate, not you. The sorting, folding, putting away -it’s too much, you know? But the emptying of entire baskets of laundry into your spacious insides so that my family can be clean and looking sharp? THAT is real satisfaction.
It’s funny to me how we’ve known each other for so long and just now I realize my true feelings for you. The four bed-wetting accidents in a week is what opened my eyes. Well, that and the fact that with Ellie around the laundry seems to have multiplied exponentially. But you never complain or quit, often doing 3 or 4 loads a day. I am so thankful you are there for me. Thankful I don’t have to haul water, boil it, scrub my clothes or wring them out by hand. Even more, I am so glad you exist so that I don’t have to smell my kids after wearing the same outfit for a week or put on the same clothes the baby threw up on yesterday. You make my life so much better and easier by being you! I am one lucky girl to have you in my basement.
It won’t be long until we’re together again!
Love you tons,