…words which strike fear into my heart!

Today’s washload included a sweater I’d bought for David at Children’s Place ($5…SCORE, brand new baby) months ago and hadn’t washed yet.  Ever the dutiful laundress, I read the instructions:  “Machine Wash cold, like colors, tumble dry low, remove promptly.” 

Don’t they know someone’s mother is going to be washing that sweater? 

I do a load of wash every day, sometimes two if towels need washing.  But rarely does anything get removed promptly unless I actually remember to set an alarm to remind me to take the clothes out of the dryer.  And if I remember to set the alarm, there’s always the chance that something (arguing and/or bleeding children, phone calls, email from the boss, etc) will keep me from promptly going downstairs to retrieve the dry clothes.  And the way my brain works, I will promptly forget to take them out in the interim.

Remove promptly.  That’s rich.  I laid the sweater out flat to dry…that’s the old fashioned way…no need to be prompt.