That's it. I've had it! I thought to myself. I gathered dry clothes into baskets, perhaps clean and dirty together. I couldn't tell. I was not in the mood to sniff clothes like I sometimes did and often regretted doing.
After putting away the clothes, I got a thick marker and started writing laundry instructions in BIG, RED CAPITAL letters. To make sure everyone read them, I scribbled them on both our white washing machine and dryer.
I had a LOAD RAGE!
You can tell I was very upset at the time of writing by my long and ugly strokes.
|This is what happened to our dryer after my patience dried out.|
The washer was filled with writings too. Not satisfied with writing on our appliances, I got a couple sheets of bond paper, wrote on them, then tacked them on the walls.
|I can change the door, too, if I have to.|
It's been months since that load rage and our laundry room has definitely improved. I haven't erased the writings though. My boys might still need the reminders and the memory of Mom gone hormonal. They know me. Mom gets crazy sometimes. Blame it on menopause and everything else related to being a woman only I can get away with.
Until the next handwriting, just consider these Mom's load letters.