I was going to get the laundry done this weekend.

I was going to get the laundry done on Saturday (instead of Sunday), just because I wanted it done and out of the way.

First load was a single bath sheet.  It’s not easy to get towels to unstink, so I wash them separately.  A prewash and then a regular wash, all in HOT water. 

Finished prewash.  Yay!  All is going according to plan.

Did the regular wash. 

Went to get the towel, to put into the dryer and ….

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?  WHY AM I WADING THROUGH WATER?

(Okay, maybe not wading, but I should not be walking through any kind of water in the laundry area – or any other area, for that matter.)

In our old house, the washer and dryer were in the garage.  So washer mishaps were not a concern.  Concrete floor and a drain. No problem.

In our new house, it is a washer/dryer stack and it is in a large closet/pantry space as part of our family room. 

There was mini-lake from the washer, under the sofa, under the coffee table and also in the bathroom (next to the washer area). 

Can I tell you how much I love my darling husband?

I was about to pitch a fit and fall into it and he told me to go sit down (which I did, after moving the reclining chair out of the way, and he went and got a mop and proceeded to mop up every bit of that water.

My husband is not only a gentleman and a scholar, he is a prince among men.

Meanwhile, no laundry for me this weekend.  I have a call in to an appliance repair place. I just want them to show up before we run out of clean underwear.