The Never Ending Quest for a Clean Laundry Room!!!

I have four boys, whom I love dearly, but between them, three dogs, two tanks of fish, a gecko, my husband and I the laundry never stops! I swear there are days it actually reproduces and taunts me. It isn’t enough that occasionally the washing machine, or maybe it’s the dryer who knows, eats one sock, but now the washing machine is constantly dumping water into the machine. Is it trying to tell me something? Are our clothes so disgusting that it really needs to dump EXTRA water into it, or does it just like hearing me call for my husband frantically? Is it a conspiracy with the dryer to flood the laundry room, so that I have to use more towels to clean it up, thereby making MORE laundry I need to wash and dry? Mind you, I am not really sitting here in fear, thinking that inanimate objects are conspiring against me, but the alternative is just too painful for me! If it isn’t a conspiracy, then something is wrong with my machine.

Now, I like to think I am a pretty rational person, though I am sure my husband and older boys would say differently, but when it comes to appliance malfunctions, flat tires, or car repairs I am just useless. In the summer, I pray that our air conditioning won’t need repairs as the thought of sweltering in my own house just makes my blood run cold. I get a flat tire and for some reason it becomes my husband’s fault; nevermind that he is 30 miles away. My washing machine starts to act wonky, and I start to fear I am cursed. Nevermind that my husband is a pretty darn handy guy, or that we have a phone book and the money to pay a repairman. Nope, in the end it is just the universe paying me back for not telling the cashier at Walmart that she undercharged me for a bucket of strawberries.