This week I've been working towards figuring out this whole "run your house" thing in a third world country.
Four kids. Two parents. Four from our family in school. Lots of laundry. Tons of dishes. No paper plates. No hot water. Out of this world weird grocery stores.
Sure makes life interesting.
Here's how I used to do laundry.
Here's how I do laundry now...
I have a couple laundry slots each week. Everyone who lives on campus shares the laundry room. It's all communal and junk. I heart anything communal. Part of me loves living somewhat pre-industrial revolution. I genuinely enjoy sharing the machines instead of everyone having their own. It's kind of neat to spend less, work together, and see each other as we hand off our laundry batons.
We share washers and one dryer. We also share the clothes line. Ya just gotta love your panties on display for all the world to see. Haiti has this way of making you do things you never could have imagined yourself doing. Hanging our undies outside where Aaron's coworkers walk by...yep...that was on my list of things I thought I'd never ever not in a million years do.
Oh...and there are rats in the laundry room. Big ones. They look like ferrets. The flamboyant rodents of unusual size run around like they own the place.
Who ever said laundry is boring has never done it in Haiti.
Any time Hudson says, "Kitty" when we're in the laundry room I grab him up, run out, and take a few deep breaths before going back inside.
I do love sheets right off the clothes line. From this moment on I declare that I always want a clothesline. No matter what number of a country I live in...I want to hang clothes on the line.