Today has been one of those days. We really needed it to be a restful and relaxing day, despite the fact that we needed to certain things accomplished. Not feeling well, we did nothing last night and slept in this morning. Everything got off to a decent start, but then just kind of went downhill. Kids disobeying in pretty major ways, bad news coming (Doug’s trip to Israel has been canceled), and far too many delays and interruptions in the day as a whole. Add to that the disappointment that not feeling well meant not getting to go to the retirement party we were supposed to attend today.
In the middle of it, I had a load of towels in the washer and went to transfer them to the dryer so I could start a load of darks. I had them almost all transferred when I let out a shriek. Doug came running, only to find me laughing. Fortunately, I’m not squeamish – otherwise the shriek would have been a scream, and the screaming would have continued instead of being replaced with laughter.
There, in the bottom of the washer, was a little furry addition to my load of towels. I know he wasn’t in there when I started the water, so all I can figure is that he either crawled into the basket of towels that had been sitting in the laundry room for a couple of days or one of the cats caught him and stashed him there. Without realizing it, I must have dumped him into the washer when I dumped in the towels. Yep, a mouse ran through my wash. Needless to say, if he was alive when he went in, he did not survive the experience.
Doug got him out for me, and I emptied out the dryer and reloaded all of the towels into the washer. For some reason, even though the mouse was obviously clean, I didn’t consider my towels sufficiently washed at that point!!!
Thank You, Lord, for laughter on a bad day!