I was getting dressed this morning when I realized I had only one clean bra left. And it was my ugly bra---originally a white one, now kinda brown---sorta looks like it was run over by a lawnmower. Time to do laundry. But you see, the thing is I really didn't want to do laundry. Sunday I spent all day doing every stitch of laundry in this house. Seven loads later all the hampers were empty and I had earned my glass of wine. And yeah, I know that was four days ago but still, I feel as if I've earned a break.
So I decided to take the easy way out and just wash out all my lingerie in the sink. I dug through the hamper (throwing clothes everywhere), found my unmentionables, put them in the sink and turned on the water.
On the way to the laundry room to get the soap, I noticed the girl was drawing an awesome picture so I stopped to comment on it. Then I got to the kitchen, saw there was no more coffee and decided to make a fresh pot. After turning on the kettle and preparing the french press I realized it was time to let asshole stray cat in. Then I remembered I had originally been headed this way to get...what was it I was supposed to be getting? Oh yeah, the laundry soap.
By the time I got back to the bathroom there was water everywhere. The counter top had about half an inch of water on it. All of my makeup, perfume, and other lady items were floating in water. I had left open the door to the cabinet under the sink so water dripped in there as well. Rolls of toilet paper are soaked and warped. The floor was entirely covered in water. The only thing that kept the water from traveling further was the pile of dirty clothes that I had thrown from the hamper while looking for my bras. That pile is now soaked and will have to go in the washing machine today or it will get moldy.
So much for not doing laundry today.