Laundry Day

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Monday I was sick. I'll spare you the details. But let's just say that I wasn't just a little sick. It was bad enough to keep me from going to work. And I say it like that because I don't have any more sick leave until the new year. If I had sick leave left over, I'm sure I'd find a hangnail reason enough to not go to work. But, as it was, I was sick, I missed work, and I couldn't get paid for it.

Anyway, being sick kind of destroyed my plans. I was at that point in my clothing cycle where the majority of my clothes were in the hamper. Therefore, I did as I normally do when laundry time comes around. I called the Most Awesome Person I Know to see if I could come hang out and use her laundry facilities. Initially, this was supposed to happen Sunday evening. But she was coming back into town with the kids and things were kind of crazy, so Sunday didn't happen. She suggested Monday night.

And then illness struck. It struck hard. I was up all night Sunday and made the decision to skip work early Monday morning. Believe me, I was doing everyone a favor by staying home. So this kind of ruined my option of doing laundry Monday night. This wouldn't have been so awful if I wasn't scheduled to work the next three evenings delivering pizza. So this left no more time to do the laundry that was so desperately needed.

The Most Awesome Person I Know then insisted that I allow her to pick up my dirty clothes and do my laundry herself. I was touched. But understand my position. No one but myself has done my laundry since I was a freshman in high school. It's been 15 years since even my own mother touched my dirty clothes. At first I told her she didn't need to do the laundry. I said that, later in the day if I was feeling better, I would drive to the laundromat to do it myself. My reasoning was that I didn't want to risk being contagious and passing something on to a home with five kids.

Still, she insisted. Finally, I relented. She kind of made it sound like it would hurt her feelings if I didn't let her do my laundry. Well, I certainly didn't want to offend anyone. So she dropped by, sent up one of the kids to grab my oversized hamper, and then left to do the work. A few hours later, the same kid knocked on my door and delivered my freshly laundered clothing, smelling clean and nicely folded.

Not a bad deal if you ask me. The laundry gets sent out and comes back clean later that day. I like it. So I once again find myself thanking the Most Awesome Person I Know for going above and beyond the call of typical friendship. I mean, I really can't think of anyone else who'd be willing to do my laundry just because I was too ill to do it myself.