This might be a blanket that the boys had on their beds since kindergarten, based on the dirt in the washing machine. Upon routine picking up, I discovered an amount of dirt in the wash that baffled me beyond words...SHHHHHH---
it was Ethan's blanketHe must have had a Linus blanket and we never knew. Now, nearing his 16th birthday in a few days, he is cleaning house. This is our little secret like many other little laughs that we have had along the way.I picked up a sentimentally familiar blanket off of the laundry room floor and threw it in the wash intending to share the wash with the other filthy items, linens that I was doing. I am so glad that I was preoccupied with the dishes to put the other things in. I have not figured out why I always wait for Wimbledon to get in a cleaning mood. It is oppressively hot down here and the theory of Spring Cleaning makes a lot of sense when the heat creeps in as it has. Several days of near 100 degree weather has us all scrambling for shade and A/C. Our upstairs A/C is on the fritz, as usual.
Well, now the blanket got clean after 2 washings. But, I declare, I have never seen that color bubbles in my bleachie wash before. I pray that the blanket is really clean and that this is a symbol of maturity in my near 16 year old's life.
Next step...Haircut?...No such luck!