It Takes a Village.....

to wash my clothes.  

Well...

at least it did for the last two months.

                                                       Our washer died suddenly in September.

      This may not seem like a huge deal to most......

and in the grand scheme of life 

it certainly was not the end of the world.

   But.....

      It made things a lot harder.

A 

lot

harder.

     We have 7 people in our family.

6 beds,

7 people using towels on a daily basis,

at least one person spilling something daily,

7 people wearing at least one set of clothes every day,

(and several people...I won't name names....who wear more than one set of clothes a day)

That mounts up to a lot of laundry. 

Mountains,

in fact.

About 2 loads a day.....every day.

14 loads a week

56 loads a month.

So in the two months we were without a washer

We had roughly 112

loads that needed to be done.

That's a lot of laundry.

That's where our village came in.

They came in and washed my socks.

and all my other clothes.

pretty much every friend I have spent any time with in the last two months

has either done my laundry

or watched me do my laundry

in their washing machine.

My laundry has been to at least 12 different people's houses.

I only went to the laundromat once.

And even then

a dear friend gave up her Sunday afternoon to go with me

and sit in a corner of a crowded and cramped laundromat.

Amazing friends.

That's what we have.

the kind that you can share your dirty laundry with

   literally.

And today

thanks to the generosity of several friends

I get to wash my own clothes

in my own house

with my new

and lovely

washing machine!

Thank you village.

you are greatly appreciated.