Gum inside your dryer: The two should never meet, much less date, get intimate, and expose innocent clothing to the aftermath.
Weekends for me equal work. CG is at home and I pull a “mommy disappearing act” for either one or both days. To him, it means he’s “stuck” with the kids. To me, it means I’m stuck with laundry, cleaning, errands, and the other hundred things much easier to accomplish without children.
Work weekends accomplish several things. They:
- Ensure we have clean clothes to wear the following week.
- Give me a small break from my kids so by Monday my patience is fully restored, I miss them, and I’m ready to roll with whatever they toss my way.
- Give CG a tiny taste of what stay at home parenthood is like, in hopes of fostering his understanding on why some days I beg for him to come home.
- Let me run errands to places my children would tear apart.
This is why I was elbow deep in piles of laundry last Sunday. I sorted, checked clothing for stains, tossed in a dark load containing the unstained items, and folded a mountain of clothes from the previous weekend – completely unaware a stealthy piece of spearmint gum stowed away to get hot and heavy with my dryer (most likely inside CG’s shirt pocket, because no pants were included with the clothing).
A load of kid clothes waited in the washer as I opened my dryer to pull out the completed first load.
The inside of my white dryer was green.
CG sat fifteen feet away. “What?”
“A piece of your gum snuck into the dryer! It is EVERYWHERE!”
I admit, this was bad form, accusing him (no matter how true it might be), as ultimately it is my responsibility to discover stowaways.
I was pissed. He was a target.
I quickly explained my overreaction, apologizing.
“You say I need to delegate. I need you to clean out the inside of the dryer. I have too much to do today.”
He obliged, realizing while I can cope with many things, gum smeared all over the entire inside of my dryer is not one of them.
First he tried peanut butter, but it was too messy.
He switched to vegetable oil with great success.
Finally, he used scrubbing bubble sink cleaner to clean up the oil.
Yeah, I didn’t see that coming.
My dryer was clean again, but it wreaked of cleaning supplies and spent the rest of the day airing out.
Needless to say, the laundry did not get done.
Why is this a true “what the frak?” moment?
Not only did gum sneak in without its traditional CG pants/shorts pocket method, but the gum somehow hit “the good” clothing:
- The fitted tops versus the over-sized bulky ones.
- The nice Polos in good condition versus the holy work around the house shirts.
- The non-poop stained Tackler underwear.
- My overpriced breathable moisture whisking away workout sock versus cheap regular ones.
What. The. Frak.
It’s like my dryer knew….
Sidenote: Does anyone know how to get dryered-on gum out of clothing in a way that doesn’t stain the clothing worse?
Did you have a “what the frak?” moment this week?