Manic Monday.

It never ceases to amaze me the crazy things that happen in my life. Just yesterday, I was on my way to coffee when I left dirty clothes in the laundry room downstairs from my apartment. It was a huge basket with at least 2-3 loads of the clothes that I wear all the time. I would have thrown them right into the washer, but someone was using it.

Now, keep in mind - there are only 4 apartments that share this one washer and dryer downstairs from me. Anyhow, so on our way out, I said hello to the "cleaning lady" who was in the laundry room washing clothes.

Then, we came home... and, our clothes were GONE! Not only our clothes, but also the basket that they came in! The only thing left for me was one of my ponytail holders. That wasn't close to a consolation for the fact that all of my clothes were gone.

My initial reaction was to say, "well, I'm sure our clothes are clean somewhere, I'm just not sure whose house they're in." After talking to our neighbor with the cleaning lady however, my fear started to build. Apparently, her cleaning lady only comes on Fridays and according to her, neighbors and homeless people have been using our washer from time to time.

"Perfect," I thought... "not only has someone been using our washer, but now they've got my clothes too!" I was especially sad that my new tall long & lean jeans were missing. :-( How in the world was I going to go out and replace all of my clothes?

Anyway, to make a long story a little longer, a few hours later someone showed up with a huge basket of clean of folded clothes! I found out that my OTHER neighbor also has a cleaning lady - who comes every other Monday. She apparently washed all of my clothes, folded them, and them put them away at my neighbor's apartment. Thank goodness I left a note asking for our clothes back!

So - that was my Monday afternoon.