I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this.

Part of the reason I know this is, waaaaay back before I had kids, I used to live in an apartment with a shared laundry room.  I never ceased to be amazed at how often I’d go down to the basement and discover clothes in the washer or dryer that appeared as if they’d been there for days.  I never understood this.

Until I had kids.

Now this sort of thing happens more often than I’d like to admit.

True, as long as there are clean clothes to wear, laundry takes a back seat to, well, just about anything else… until I go to wash (and then dry) another load, and I have to casually turn the dryer back on to get rid of those multiple-day-old wrinkles.

No one will ever know…