Laundry in the Small Town
Posted on 10:42, November 14th, 2012 by Small Town Mommy
My laundry is plotting against me. A few months ago, I had mentioned that Libby (13-year old) had taken over the laundry. Yeah, that didn’t last. The ball is back in my court (and the laundry is back in my hamper).
Since it’s now up to me, we have fallen far behind. I walk by the laundry room and all the dirty laundry mocks me. It calls my name and points out that I will never finish. Folding is my kryptonite so I always have things waiting to be folded.
You might be wondering why I don’t just take a day and just do it all. My laundry doesn’t work that way. I have written about the septic system in the past. We still have a septic system and I am still terrified of my scum level.
If you aren’t familiar with septic tank language, the inside separates into 3 levels (FYI, this is kind of disgusting so you might just want to skip to the next paragraph). The bottom layer is solids (I warned you). The middle layer is liquids (ewwww) and the top layer is scum (the scum always rises to the top?). If you send too much water into the septic tank (read do too much laundry), you will cause the scum level to separate. This results in needing a new septic tank (I don’t want to have to add a new septic tank to my list for Santa).
Don’t worry, I am not capable of doing 3 loads of laundry a day. I just don’t have the motivation. So I think my septic tank is safe. Although now that I think about it, I wonder if it needs to be emptied.