Finding the Fun in Life--Even When It's Bad

Last week was not a good week. In addition to the cat issues involving urine, a vet visit, pill popping, and lots and lots of laundry, my grandmother died. My last living grandparent whom I loved fiercely is now gone. Sad as it is, it's a good thing, as she's now out of the frail body with the feeble mind and in the arms of the Savior.

But that really was the topping to an already lousy week.

Calvin targeted the bed pillows again on Saturday, and it was discovered right before we needed to leave for an evening with friends. (We were celebrating a belated Canadian Thanksgiving at the home of our Canadian friends.) I was going to let it go for a few hours. I had Steven take the stinking wet pillows to set on top of the washing machine. Problem with that is I don't have an actual laundry room; I have a laundry closet in the kitchen. Cat urine is rank, and the smell wound up permeating the kitchen. I couldn't let that go.

This is where things started getting crazy.

I tossed the pillows and shams into the washer and got it started. However, one pillow was filled with dense foam, and the other was something lightweight. The foam pillow sunk like a rock, and the other pillow floated. This meant that to keep the stinky pillow submerged to be washed properly, I had to stand there with rubber gloves, shoving the pillow down as the agitator worked it's magic.

That was annoying, but really okay... until the washer tried to drain the water. Because one pillow was heavy and one was not, the machine was off balance as it spun the water out. I tried to balance it with a wet beach towel on top of the light pillow, but it still sent the machine bouncing all over the place and making a horrible racket. Steven had to pull the wet, soapy pillows out and put them in a garbage bag while I called our friends to say not to hold dinner for us, as we had to go to the laundromat.

It wound up being productive time as I worked on the Sunday school lesson for the morning, and Steven worked on what he would be teaching the whole youth group on Sunday evening. But even with that, being stuck in a laundromat isn't fun, unless you make it fun.

My husband happened to notice this sign on the washers in the laundromat:



He found it hilarious and told me to take this picture of him:



Is it any wonder that we teach the middle schoolers at church?

Yeah, it was silly and goofy, but it made me laugh. And if I ever needed some laughter in my life, last week was the time for it. Sometimes you just have to ignore all the garbage and make some fun in life.