Two bags of clothes sit in my garage.
I wish they were going to friends or a collection box or a donation center.
They will go in the trash.
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I don’t check pockets when I do laundry.
My mom never checked pockets either.
I have washed (and dried) toys, pagers, money, wallets, coins, wrappers, crayons, chapstick.
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I washed three fish oil tablets left in my sweatshirt pocket – along with a vitamin d capsule and a multivitamin.
Fish oil is supposed to help my skin glow, my body better function, my muscles not ache.
It was not supposed to ruin my clothes.
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Washed fish oil horridly smells like: FISH that has gone bad.
I rewashed, rewashed in bleach, covered in baking soda, soaked in vinegar, rewashed.
Nothing could remove the smell.
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My son’s favorite science center t-shirt – gone.
One of my son’s Spiderman sock from Christmas – ruined.
My sweatshirt – destroyed.
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Random socks, little pairs of underwear, little pairs of jeans.
My husband’s workout sweatshirt.
All are wet and sitting in tied bags in my garage.
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I wait to put them in the outside garbage can.
They smell like fish.
I don’t want to attract the cats that wander in the court.
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I should have checked the pockets.
Better yet, I should have taken my fish oil right away.
This laundry day literally STINKS!
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