Laundry

Today I went to the laundromat for the first time. 

Caleb was sick Friday night.  I don't want to gross anyone out, so let's just say the guest room comforter had to be washed.  And it's too big to fit in my washer.  So I found a place not too far from home that has commercial sized washing machines.  And it appeared from my research (online) that I could drop my laundry up and have them do it, or I could stay and wash it myself.  I called this morning to find out the price difference.  The difference was $6, and I decided my time was worth more than that.  So I took the easy route and dropped it off.  And I'm glad I did.  For people who don't regularly frequent the laundromat, that place is intimidating!  I would have had to ask how to work everything.  And the machines aren't coin operated anymore either.  They have a debit card system.  I know, that makes so much sense.  But it would still feel overwhelming to me, trying to figure it all out.  I have a fear of asking questions.  No, check that.  I have a fear of appearing ignorant or inept.

Anyhow, I DO have a clean comforter back on the guest bed, ready for our Friday night guests.  And hopefully Ethan won't succumb to the bug that both of his siblings have had.

I was recently asked if I'd fallen off the blogging bandwagon.  It appears that yes, I have.  I haven't had much that I wanted to blog about, and I'm a busy lady!  But I have some time this morning, because I'm missing Bible Study, thanks to Anelise puking during the night.  Gag.

Let me tell you about a mistake I made this week which could have been very costly.  For the first time since moving to our house (the first one I've lived in with an attached garage), I attempted to back the van out of the garage without opening the garage door first.  Oops.  Has anyone else done this?  Fortunately, I realized my mistake (when the van hit the door) and I wasn't going too fast.  I pulled forward, opened the garage door, backed out, closed the garage door, and surveyed the damage.  Nothing!  From the inside, there's a slight buckle, but nothing noticeable from the outside, and it's still completely functional.  Phew!  Dodged a bullet with that one.  Now we just need to fix my brain, apparently.

There, Jenna.  Happy?