So my mom came home from vacation yesterday, and, naturally, needed to do a lot of laundry. I knew I had a pair of jeans in the dryer from doing my own laundry on Tuesday, so while I was helping her put away groceries, I made a mental note to remove those so that she could use the dryer. I was standing at the refrigerator, putting away some fruit, when she said “oh, I put your jeans in the dryer.”
…Waitaminute. The dryer? They should already be in there. Surely she misspoke.
Nope. She said it again. The dryer. She’d put them in the dryer. That could only mean one thing: that my jeans had been sitting in the washer for nearly a week. :eek:
I excused myself for a moment, rushed to the dryer, pulled out the jeans (which were still damp) and…yup, mildew.
My one saving grace is that she hadn’t actually run the dryer–it’s possible she smelled the mildew herself and decided to hold off–so I should be able to wash them again. I’ll need to wait until she’s done another load (the one she has in now has bleach in it, so she wants to wash another lighter colored load to get rid of any that’s remaining), but it’ll get done soon. And really, the smell isn’t THAT bad. I had to actually put the clothes straight to my nose in order to smell it, though it’s bad enough that I obviously can’t wear them like that.
I’m mostly just really annoyed. Some of the jeans in that load were my favorites, dammit!
I don’t necessarily need advice on what to do, because I’ve got a plan (though if you know of something that works miracles, by all means do mention it), I mostly just wanted to share my frustration. I HATE it when I do shit like this.
(Also, feel free to share your own household stupidities so that I don’t feel like such a dweeb. It’s cathartic!)