My dirty dream...

So, last night I had a dirty dream. Yep, you read that right, a dirty dream! I woke up, and I actually wanted to go back to sleep, back to my dream. This doesn't happen very often. After all I am the busy mom of 2 boys, a wife, a volunteer, and I am tired, really tired at the end of my day. Usually when I wake up I don't remember my dreams. Actually I don't know that I ever, even dream...but last night I dreamt!

I dreamt about laundry-stop laughing-that's what i said, laundry! Many of you may not understand this.You sit there with your huge washers, your huge dryers, and I bet some of you even have pedestals. Oh, I remember those! They were invented so people didn't have to bend over so far, so you spared your back! I remember them vividly, and last night, I dreamt about them, and doing my laundry when I come to America for the summer.

One of the first things an expat friend said to me when I told her that I was moving to Germany was, "Oh, you will hate doing the laundry in a foreign country!" really I thought, how much different could it be???

Oh people, it is different. My children often wear the same clothes for days and days at a time, because I avoid the laundry room completely. If you come to visit me, don't pack light...pack everything you can fit in that suitcase of yours because guess what, I will not offer to do your laundry.

When I first moved here and we purchased our washer and dryer, I did my first load. Once I had my control panel translated as it was all in German, and I had yet to learn what pflegeleicht meant-easy care-I was ready to go. Okay, so the washer was a bit small, but I shoved enough laundry in and all was good. The water was hot and I knew my clothes would shrink, and my darks would soon be...not so dark but I had to wash our clothes. Then it was time to move it all to the dryer. Easy enough, move the clothes over and turn the dryer on. That's when it started, since it's the dryer that was really my problem. NO matter what I did, that dryer wouldn't dry. I was constantly having to start cycles over, but still...everything was damp.

"That's it" I told my friend, "it's going back!"

"Did you empty the lint dryer?" she asked.

"Yep, I did."

"Did you take some of the load out, maybe it's too full?"

"Yep, did that too."

"Did you empty the water drawer?"

"The what?"

"The water drawer" she replied

Now what the heck is a water drawer? Well, now I know; the water drawer is on a dryer that doesn't vent to the outside. ALL of the water is collected in the "water drawer". Really? Really the "water drawer"? You have to be kidding me.

So yes, every time I dry a load-or a half a load-of laundry, I have to empty the "water drawer"...every, single time!

So, when I tell you that my dirty dream was the thing that made me happy today, or last night, now you understand! I am so looking forward to coming to America and doing laundry.  Heck, drop yours by maybe I'll do it too!

So goodnight, I'm going back to my dreams!