This summer I insisted on installing a washer and dryer on the second floor of my parents' lake house because it was too inconvenient to haul all the wash my growing family produced down to the first floor laundry room. (two kids in cloth diapers produces an insane amount of laundry!)
I liked doing laundry until I moved to Amsterdam. It's been three weeks now and it appears that we are not going to invest in a clothes dryer. Maisy loves our daily laundry ritual and I have come to accept this temporary reality. Our guest room has been turned into a drying room. It takes about 24 hours for each load to fully dry. So we have to constantly time the loads so that we optimize every minute of drying time. If we lapse, the girls run low on diapers. I also have to be careful not to run the wash too late in the day, otherwise the second floor stinks. Someone, please explain to me why the washing machine backs up into the guest room shower and makes the room stink of raw sewage.
I can't wait to put on cozy soft machine dried underpants. There are so many simple pleasures in life that we take for granted. I expect that soft underpants will be the first of many simple pleasures that this European adventure makes me appreciate.
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