Ahhh, and then there’s laundry.

A mother’s job never changes.

No matter where you are:  home, on vacation, recovering from the flu or a C-section, in a foreign country. 

There is always the issue (yes, it can be an issue) of LAUNDRY.

I remember my dear friend Erika talking about her new LG washing machine she recently was ABLE (it is a treat to buy a new appliance right?) to purchase.

My sister-in-law Kori has a pretty Saaa–wheat washer/dryer combo herself.  I think it does everything except take the clothes off your body when it’s time.

I never really fancied myself an admirer of laundry machines.  Until now.  I lovingly walk down the supermarket aisles and run my hand along the smooth gloriously shiny tops of all of the various models.

Right about now, I’d take any, even the 6kg cheaper Samsung model.

Ok, well honestly, we’re doing ok with the whole hand wash method, especially because I’m not the one doing the bulk of the washing.  Esther is.  And bless her for doing so!

I have given it a whirl though and it looks a lot like this in process:

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A lot of stooping and rinsing and wringing.  It’s much better with a stool in my opinion.  Esther will never take one.  These women don’t either:


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I’ve always liked the sight of laundry blowing in the breeze, just not the stiff feeling it gives jeans and some knit cottons.  But, when it comes to dirty clothes (which seems to happen instantly out here in Thika even in comparison to being in Nairobi) or stiff clothes, I’ll take cardboard pants any day.



3 thoughts on “Ahhh, and then there’s laundry.


    Dude – I wish you could have my LG right now…that job is so tedious manually. What a blessing that you have Esther. I’d imagine there is a crack-down on the “kids clothes changes” that tend to happen multiple times a day with kids. There will be none of that!!!
    Sending my best laundry love to you…

  • vicki steele

    Ohhh, I feel for you guys having to do that. With kids there’s so much extra and…especially when you get pooped on. Sorry Megs!!!! That’s pretty awful even when it’s your OWN kids. I’m with Amerika….sending laundry love your way.

  • connie clemens

    I have fond memories of laundry day on the farm. There was a great big old wringer washer and a long, long clothesline. With 8 people, this weekly chore lasted from sun-up to supper. In So. Dak. the prairie wind would often blow hard enough for the pant legs to wrap around you in a snarl. The stiffness wasn’t great but ooohh the great fresh smell. Fabric softeners will never duplicate a true fresh smell! Not sure what the breeze through Karibu contributes to your clean clothes though 🙂

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