Somebody's Brain Shrunk in the Spin Cycle

So I'm at work, trying desperately to concentrate and get a reasonable amount of work done before I scamper out early in about an hour, when I get a call from John. He wants to know my preference for what we do about doing laundry for the next 2 months (when he says 2 months, it usually means at least 4) while the current garage -- where my washer and dryer reside -- is being demolished and the new one with the fabulous Mistress Suite upstairs is built. He had to know when he dialed this call that the options he planned to offer me were not going to sit well, yet he acts completely surprised and offended when I begin with protest and progress into a hissy fit. We end up hanging up on each other out of exasperation.

Seriously! What in the hell is he thinking when he tells me my choices for washing clothes during the next few months are either, taking everything to a laundromat every week, or, setting up my washer and dryer in a lean-to shed under a tree out in the yard, using only a garden hose for water supply?

Let's see, the areas surrounding our neighborhood where there are actually laundromats located, I'm not going to during the hours I have to devote to laundry, without a burly male escort -- not that he would find the time, but John's not burly enough for this one. Never mind the actual size of the task at hand for wagging all our dirty clothes out of the house, into the car, into the laundromat...yada yada...and ew...all the quarters that would require. Ha, who am I kidding? I have no hours to DEVOTE to laundry! Can we say multi-tasking?

So that leaves putting my titanium colored, high-efficiency front loader washer and dryer set I've only had for seven months out in the elements, during the months when the weather might actually get colder here. Does the phrase, "I'll just end up walking in the cold November rain" ring a bell with anyone else?!

Needless to say, neither of these options is acceptable or even practical -- especially given that things ALWAYS take longer than he says they will, even with optimal conditions. So emphatically refusing to agree to them, I suggested that the washer and dryer be moved into the front bedroom which is currently an overgrown storage area, and shares a wall with the hallway bathroom. I figured it could also somehow share the plumbing, but apparently not. Next I say, well why not IN the hallway bathroom, since it is still unfinished and has no sink or vanity? Meanwhile, he is still insisting that the shed in the yard option is viable, and telling me that if I don't watch my tone with him, he's not going to give my thoughts on the matter any consideration. It was at this point that we became too exasperated with each other to continue the conversation.

After about 20 minutes of fuming and trying to regain what little concentration I had mustered earlier to get back to work, I gave up, prepared myself mentally for the heated exchange that was about to happen, and went into one of the little conference rooms to call him back and have it without sharing it with everyone in a 15 foot radius.

Determined to keep my arguments against his propositions structured and logical in hopes of talking sense into him, I was pleasantly surprised to find he had been mulling over additional solutions. After a quick exchange of, "Do you know how ridiculous it would be to put the washer and dryer in the bathroom," and "Well, take that much ridiculous and multiply it by ten, and you get how ridicuous it is to put the washer and dryer in the yard, during the winter months, with only a garden hose running to it," he suggested a situation that won't be exactly what I had in mind for my den/dining area, but it is practical and functional, so I can live with it for a bit while my luxurious Mistress (I mean, Master) suite is being built - even if the two months stretches into four.

My washer and dryer will be located in the area just off the kitchen, on the back wall where he very inconveniently just replaced the door into the garage with a wall today. Hey, at least they're pretty, as well as super quiet -- except when the finished bell beeps -- and cool, now I won't have to hang out in the stinky garage to entertain myself with watching the clothes spin and tumble through the glass bubbles on the front.