An ode to the laundry room

An ode to the laundry room
                        

I fear that I may never see

a laundry room just right for me.

No commercial launderette want I,

but a private place to wash and dry.

A convenient room close to the source

of all the dirty clothes, of course.

A room that’s big enough within

to hold the family dirty clothes bin.

With counter space designed to hold

all the clean clothes that I fold.

Where the ironing board can stand with pride

with an outlet for the iron at its side.

And since dirty clothes prefer the floor,

this laundry room must have a door.

A door that can be closed real tight,

to keep that mess out of my sight!

When Taller Half and I bought our first house, the washer and dryer had to live on the back porch. There was no other place in that house for a laundry room. Thankfully, that back porch was enclosed, but it was not exactly a convenient place
for washing clothes.

Back then our wet clothes were hung outside on a clothesline. The birth of our first child encouraged us to get a dryer.

Our current place has a real laundry room, though it also contains the pantry. And over the years, Taller Half has become the doer of our laundry. He has promised that as long as I do the cooking and dusting, he will take care of the laundry. Is that a deal or is
that a deal?


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