At 9pm last night, I decided to activate my plan to renovate my laundry room, so that when my husband arrived home at 9:30 all he had to do was unstack the dryer from on top of the washer. It took 3 hours.
( I am sorry honey, I really didn't think of everything it involved)
I had previously removed a kitchen counter to put in the laundry room, leaving a big gap in the kitchen where the island used to be. But I'm working on that. I have a plan simmering for the kitchen.
Back to the laundry room.
The laundry room I envisioned when I bought new front loading appliances a couple of months ago would be the model of efficiency. Not only a pleasure to be in, but the chore of laundry would be in the distant past. But I needed a counter. So I took the one from the kitchen.
When the laundry room was done, it was gorgeous. Soothing sage green , organized cleaning supplies, and a beautiful clear counter, for folding and stacking, with each member of the family able to collect their newly clean clothes with great appreciation.
The first time I banged my head on the dyer door, I thought would be the last. Not so. That damned dyer, stacked so nicely, would swing closed just enough to nail me when I was getting clothes from the washer. The Counter! Ha.... the counter, so nicely placed under a window so that I could watch the Robins on the lawn as I folded laundry , humming show tunes, became so piled with junk that the window was obliterated. Extra space provided by the stackable units..... more... how can there be more.... dirty laundry.
So that is why, I am renovating. I am searching for a Zen laundry room.
So as of this moment I have an unstacked washer and dyer in the laundry room and a living room full of dismanteled cupboards, cleaning supplies and yes dirty laundry.
I want to go outside and play.