If only!
Well, the start of a new year has come and there is a new phase beginning in my life as a mother. Yes folks, I am leaving the nappy phase.
Little Andrew is only using nappy pants for bed or car journeys and he is doing great. For a lot of reason’s this new phase marks a stage where my life should become a little easier, a little less hassle…a little less shit covered! It’s a landmark that is for sure. But wierdly I will miss it when it’s gone completely, I’ll miss the smell of nappy sacks and baby wipes and talc. Or so I thought …until this morning.
I pulled out a pile of washing that had finished last night and I planned to have dried and away by the end of the morning. WRONG!
When I pulled out my dark nightdress I realised there was a problem. Oose covered and bitty with silicone I pulled out each bit of the wash and it was as bad as the first…then the offending item. A nappy! A big swollen (clean) burst nappy! Fucken brilliant.
I won’t miss this. I won’t miss accidentally washing nappies in the washing machine and spending the next 3 days emptying silicone and fibres out of the fucker. It was bad as well, everything in the wash looked RUINED.
Fuck. Global. Warming!! I need a top!
But then there came the saviour of the tumble dryer. Two cycles on ‘Cotton’ (hot) in the tumble dryer eliminated all evidence of my accident. As I pulled stuff out of the tumble and realised that they were restored to their original condition, I felt a wave of appreciation for my tumble dryer. It, yet again, saved the day. It has always been there for me, I realised. When I have forgotten to wash a top I want to wear a sheet of bounce and 5 minutes in the tumble- good as new! When the cat has been sitting on my favourite cardigan before I head out the door- sorted. When I have forgotten to iron something – done! My tumble dryer is my friend because it just get’s on with sorting out my mess without moaning or complaining.
And see at the end of the day, my tumble dryer will always be there to iron out the creases, put in a bit of freshnesh or take off all the silicone or cat hair when I need it to no matter whats happening or what stage of life I am going through. I love my tumble dryer. I love it!
Alanna, I too love my tumble dryer but seem to kill them. We’ve been in this house 4 and a half years and are on dryer number 4 since moving in. Thats one a year – shocking.
I had the burst nappy thing the other day too except it was a wet one that I’d taken off and sat on top of the dirty washing till I went for a nappy sack, then got distracted and forgot about it, then put it in the machine with everything else. Pure raging so I was.
That stuff that’s inside them is foul.
I want a tumble dryer!