Check out my tricked out laundry lounge, yo.
It's cool AF(alafel.)
I'm loving my new house, which is so luxurious, it even has a proper laundry room. You know, to do laundry in. Because what else would I do in such a room except hide from David and the kids? Sometimes a mom just needs some peace and quiet and a safe space. Word.
Seriously, who would think to look for me in that room? Like they even know what a washing machine looks like. It must be a magical process for them, this whole clean clothes thing. One minute, their stinky clothes are on the floor, and the next minute, they're folded up in their closets. Magical.
Since I've got the laundry room all to myself, I thought I would celebrate:
a) the fact that I have an actual laundry room
b) the fact that I have a room all to myself.
Was that redundant? Sorry.
So, what do you think? I'm in the process of turning my laundry room into the hottest laundry lounge in South Florida. You like the hanging lights? What about that lighted wax melter thing in the corner? What do you call those?
I don't know, but I do know that my laundry room is the BEST-smelling laundry room in the world. It smells like apples and cinnamon mixed in with detergent and fabric softener. Who could ask for more?
I'm actually thinking about hanging a chandelier and putting an Alexa on one of those shelves. That way I can enjoy all my favorite songs while she secretly records me yelling at the kids as I'm hiding in that tiny space between the dryer and the wall. I can fit there. I just know I can, okay??
But seriously, I'm loving this laundry room. It reminds me of the laundry room I didn't have in Israel.
I mean, I did have a laundry "area," but it was outside, if you may recall. The view was really nice, but the whole doing laundry at midnight when it's freezing raining or during the 104 degree heat of midday wasn't exactly my idea of fun. And now I'm just remembering how David and I always used to argue about me locking the back gate to the laundry jungle.
It was so annoying to have to go find my key and go outside again in the freezing/boiling weather to lock that gate before I went to sleep! Mr. Paranoia wasn't home most nights so I had to promise him I'd lock that stupid gate. So I promised. And I "forgot."
Yo, that's a third thing I can add to my list! Not having to lock any outside gates is sooo terribly convenient. Love it.
Of course you know I'm going to pull some kind of lesson out of this nonsensical laundry rant. Well of course I am!
In two words: Appreciate Everything!
This laundry lesson taught me that absolutely nothing should be taken for granted. Even a place to do your laundry is a gift. Even having a washer and a dryer is a gift! Do you know how many Israelis have no dryer because electricity is so expensive? It's a total luxury there!
Do you have a car? Gift. Do you have your own master bathroom? Gift! Do you have a walk-in closet? SUPER GIFT! Are you renting and your appliances are included in your rent? SUPER DUPER GIFT!
Do you have eyes that work? GIIIFFFFFFTTTT! Ears that hear your spouse and kids complaining? Still a GIFT! A nose that smells and taste buds that taste? It's all a gift!
Look around at everything you have. Look at yourself in the mirror. Hashem didn't have to give us any of it - not our fabulous stuff or our fabulous looks. He's not obligated to us in any way.
So let's thank Him for all of our gifts as much as we can. We'll not only appreciate them, but we'll even get more gifts!
You know, I think I can actually squeeze a recliner in there. Maybe a little round shag rug, too. Would a Murphy bed bee too much?
Awwww, yeah. I've got plans for you, my 5-star laundry lounge.
BTW, don't get so lost in laundry room envy that you forget about Rav Brody's weekly emuna talk tonight! Check out the details below.