Laundry at my House

Last week, a wonderful thing happened. However, to fully appreciate what I am about to share with you, I should back up and explain a few things.

For our entire marriage, Dan, has worked in some aspect of agriculture. This is a dramatic change from the environment in which I grew up.

I was raised in town, and only briefly had a pet fish. My Dad worked at Whirlpool in an office (and while he held other positions, this is the one I remember most). His really dirty laundry from work must have meant an ink pen had exploded on his shirt or he had spilt coffee on himself – or so I imagine (I never actually washed my Dad’s clothes). Nonetheless, I was in for a rude awakening once I began washing Dan’s work clothes.

Dan worked for a grain elevator when we first married, a little over 14 years ago. To this day, I cannot tell you what milo is used for.

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What I can tell you is it great for plugging the drainage holes in a washing machine, and can only be removed by picking each little piece of grain out.

I can, also, distinctly remember the first time I washed Dan’s work clothes after he had handled rotten grain. I thought with completely certainty, he’d been rolling in hog manure before coming home.

If you’ve never had the privilege of smelling rotten grain, trust me, it really is that bad!

Thankfully, at some point the grain elevator began providing Dan with uniforms.This saved a lot of time, labor, and headache on my part.

However, Dan, changed roles the beginning of this year, and he now works for a dairy farm. And thus, I was back to washing his work clothes.

That wasn’t so bad at first. But guess what? There really is manure at a dairy! And now instead of just thinking, Dan, had manure on his clothes, he really did. And that rotten grain smell I adore so much? Yep, I’m sure that was there too.

But who could forget my own laundry misfortune?

Our laundry room is not well insulated, and on one Winter day it was particularly cold. So, being the smart, resourceful person that I am – I opened the door to the laundry room and plugged in a space heater to warm the area as I gathered the dirty clothes. Sadly, I did not realize Dan’s dirty work clothes were right inside the door. Therefore, not only did I heat up the laundry room, I also warmed his manure, covered clothes, sending a pungent odor throughout the space. I doubt I will ever make that mistake again!

And thankfully, I don’t have to worry about his work clothes anymore!

A glorious thing happened!

Dan once again has uniforms!


While he may not look all that excited, I am absolutely thrilled! This is a BIG deal!

Now, I wonder if there is a uniform service for school uniforms?

Only At My House,


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