(For ALL of you fans, who have been begging me to write you all a #LaundryStory and combine it with a #DisposalStory well? Here....THIS one is for YOU!)
A Laundry Day Becomes Disposal Day!
As mother and the laundry maid came into my room that warm September day, they both began gathering up all of my wet cloth diapers, onesies, footed pajamas and all my t-shirts to wash. Then, mommy began to come over to my safety bed, lower the side like it was an adult-sized crib and she began to grab me by my arms, to get me out and onto my feet. I was still wearing my soaking wet, four layers of cloth pre-fold cloth diapers and the pair of printed plastic pants that she had diapered me into the night before.
Tommy: Mommy? How come you are taking me out of my bed? What is Lydia doing with all of NY wet cloth diapers, onesies and footed PJs?
Shelly: It's laundry day son…..and I…..am taking you and all of your dirty things to get ALL nice and cleaned up. Lydia here…..is going to wash you with ALL of your nice, dirty diapers and clothing!
Tommy: But…..I still have my morning wet diapers and plastic pants on!
Shelly: Yeeea….we are going to take care of that for ya.
As Shelly, Tommy's mommy, escorts Tommy with Lydia down the two short flights of stairs from his bedroom down to the dark basement where the large, washing machine was waiting to be filled with his dirty cloth diapers and clothing, Lydia gathered up the two tall laundry baskets full of Tommy's wet and dirty cloth diapers, onesies, footed pajamas and a few plastic and rubber pants before joining both Shelly and Tommy who were waiting for Lydia to come down and start loading the washer. Lydia comes down the old creeky wooden stairs leading down to the dimly lit basement carrying one tall laundry basket at a time, setting them both down near the front of the washer door. Then Lydia comes over to Tommy, and starts taking off his wet footed pajamas before removing his soaking wet white onesie.
Lydia: Let's get you out of those awful, soaked PJs and that old soaked onesie….shall we? (Once the soaked PJs were off and the onesie was also off) ahhh! That must feel better…huh? OK…let’s get you out of those dirty plastic pants too while we are at it….OK sweetheart?
Tommy: Miss Lydia? Are YOU going to change my wet cloth diapers?
Lydia: No sweetie, I…am going to…..wash you AND all of these…..filthy diapers and clothes.
Tommy: You mean……..I…am……going….in….THERE???
Lydia: Yes honey, you and the diapers you are wearing, the diapers and clothes you see here in these two laundry baskets are…..ALL going in there too, with you!
Tommy: But, but, but……
Lydia: But…nothing…..your mommy wants me to wash you with a load of your dirty diapers so we can try to save some water. Since washing you and your diapers take about the same time, we figured…..why NOT! Now…let me load some of your filthy wet diapers into this nice washer and THEN….I will start loading YOUR filthy, diapered butt…ok?
Tommy: Mommy? How come you are taking me out of my bed? What is Lydia doing with all of NY wet cloth diapers, onesies and footed PJs?
Shelly: It's laundry day son…..and I…..am taking you and all of your dirty things to get ALL nice and cleaned up. Lydia here…..is going to wash you with ALL of your nice, dirty diapers and clothing!
Tommy: But…..I still have my morning wet diapers and plastic pants on!
Shelly: Yeeea….we are going to take care of that for ya.
As Shelly, Tommy's mommy, escorts Tommy with Lydia down the two short flights of stairs from his bedroom down to the dark basement where the large, washing machine was waiting to be filled with his dirty cloth diapers and clothing, Lydia gathered up the two tall laundry baskets full of Tommy's wet and dirty cloth diapers, onesies, footed pajamas and a few plastic and rubber pants before joining both Shelly and Tommy who were waiting for Lydia to come down and start loading the washer. Lydia comes down the old creeky wooden stairs leading down to the dimly lit basement carrying one tall laundry basket at a time, setting them both down near the front of the washer door. Then Lydia comes over to Tommy, and starts taking off his wet footed pajamas before removing his soaking wet white onesie.
Lydia: Let's get you out of those awful, soaked PJs and that old soaked onesie….shall we? (Once the soaked PJs were off and the onesie was also off) ahhh! That must feel better…huh? OK…let’s get you out of those dirty plastic pants too while we are at it….OK sweetheart?
Tommy: Miss Lydia? Are YOU going to change my wet cloth diapers?
Lydia: No sweetie, I…am going to…..wash you AND all of these…..filthy diapers and clothes.
Tommy: You mean……..I…am……going….in….THERE???
Lydia: Yes honey, you and the diapers you are wearing, the diapers and clothes you see here in these two laundry baskets are…..ALL going in there too, with you!
Tommy: But, but, but……
Lydia: But…nothing…..your mommy wants me to wash you with a load of your dirty diapers so we can try to save some water. Since washing you and your diapers take about the same time, we figured…..why NOT! Now…let me load some of your filthy wet diapers into this nice washer and THEN….I will start loading YOUR filthy, diapered butt…ok?
nice start,please continue
ReplyDeleteI am...working on it...I have three stories that I am switching between constantly...and that gets disorienting and sometimes confusing.......I hope you like this story...I actually asked a laundry mat attendant what would happen if I climbed into a washing machine wearing nothing but a wet cloth diaper. SHE told me what would happen...play-by-play.....and she told me that I COULD do that there....
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