A Piece of Humble Pie

First of all i need to clarify that I loathe doing laundry. I loathe it. However, it is necessary with three gym rats in the house to do the laundry on a regular basis to keep the entire house from smelling like sweaty men. Fine, sunday afternoon, finishing up the laundry. HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM. The freaking dryer is spinning but not heating. Husband look at, fix now, two more loads to go. Not gonna work. Look on internet who has cheapest dryer this week (don't need the most expensive during these bad times) - go to hh..... - cheap dryer, deliver tomorrow, pick up old one. Perfect! But what do you do with the wet laundry that you have to have for the gym tomorrow? You go to that nasty old place that i loathe even worse - the laundromat. When my kids were little I used to pack everybody up on saturday morning and head to the laundry mat for approx two hours. They played packman and watched cartoons while I sweated it out getting everything clean. And then one magicial, completely spiritual, wonderful day we got our own washer and dryer - no more trips to the mat anymore, until yesterday. The laundromat ( if you can find one) is now a completely international city complete with people who not only do not watch their children, they seem to also not hear their screaming outbursts that do not stop. Quite a humbling, not so welcome experience - as soon as the economony gets better I am buying a backup for the garage.