Laundry Hamper

... all her shit in a laundry hamper and lock the room door. ...

... clothes. I've brought down the laundry hamper and sorted the washing into ...

...entirely mundane chore: my laundry. Our apartment didn't have ...its own laundry machinery, but the building... moment, I'm doing my laundry.] [MoneyBunny<MAGI>: PrincessBEEEEES told ... shitposts. Eventually, the laundry machine beeped. Right, time to ... my laundry. As far as I can tell, it's been in the bottom of my hamper since ...you're done with your laundry, you poof into your true ...

...entirely mundane chore: my laundry. Our apartment didn't have ...its own laundry machinery, but the building... moment, I'm doing my laundry.] [MoneyBunny<MAGI>: PrincessBEEEEES told ... shitposts. Eventually, the laundry machine beeped. Right, time to ... my laundry. As far as I can tell, it's been in the bottom of my hamper since ...you're done with your laundry, you poof into your true ...

... clothes, putting pajamas in the hamper. I made a sign that ..., lawn care, pool guy, sometimes laundry, since we both work kind ...

Mine will run through the house with his push walker and push literally anything he can find with wheels - toys, laundry hamper, etc. He will not stand on his own or take independent steps. Will walk holding one hand. Pediatrician referred him to PT. Waiting for that first apt to see what they say.

Ive been a single dad for about four years. My son is 11. He splits time between me and his mom. When hes at my place its just me and him and weve got a good routine going. A few months ago I started teaching him basic life skills. Nothing extreme. How to sort laundry and run a load. How to make a few simple meals. Scrambled eggs grilled cheese pasta. How to clean a bathroom properly. How to use a budget sheet I made him for his allowance. Stuff I wish someone had taught me when I was his age instead of me figuring it out at 25 when I was suddenly living alone after the divorce. I didnt make it some big formal thing. Just worked it into our weekends naturally. Hed help me with dinner and Id walk him through it. Laundry day hed sort his stuff and push the buttons. He actually seemed to enjoy it. Started asking to cook specific things. Was proud when he made his first full meal by himself. Last week he was at his moms house and she asked him to put his clothes in the hamper. He told her he could just wash them himself and started sorting lights and darks on her laundry room floor. Then at dinner he offered to help cook instead of just sitting at the table waiting. She called me that night. Said I was undermining her. That by teaching him all this stuff Im sending the message that she doesnt do enough for him. That hes a child and shouldnt be doing adult tasks. That its weird and inappropriate for an 11 year old boy to be doing his own laundry and cooking meals. I was stunned. I told her Im not undermining anyone Im just teaching our son how to take care of himself. These are basic skills every person needs eventually and I dont think theres a minimum age for knowing how to scramble an egg. She said I was trying to make her look bad. That when he goes back to her house acting all independent it makes her feel like hes being raised to not need her. I keep going over it in my head and I genuinely dont see how teaching a kid to be self sufficient is a bad thing. Hes not doing hard labor. Hes learning how to feed himself and wash his own clothes. He seems happier and more confident. He tells me hes proud of himself when he cooks something new. But now I feel guilty every time I show him something because I keep hearing her voice saying Im undermining her. Am I making a mistake here. AITJ? submitted by /u/Ambitious_Trade_3669 to r/AmITheJerk [link] [comments]

No idea what this could be… a plastic container about 2.5 inches tall with an unknown granular substance with no odor. Found it on the floor next to my and my wife’s laundry hamper submitted by /u/CannaSwimmer to r/whatisit [link] [comments]

My bedroom is currently a total mess because I don't have a proper place for dirty clothes. They just end up in piles on my sofa and chairs, which is driving me crazy. A friend recommended a GARVEE laundry hamper to me, and after checking it out, I really like the design and the price seems pretty reasonable. But I’m stuck between two models and can't decide: The one with the hanging rack (Pic 2): This looks super useful for hanging up "in-between" clothes (stuff worn once but not dirty) or shirts that I don't want to get wrinkled. But I’m worried that having a bunch of random clothes hanging out in the open will make the bedroom look cluttered and chaotic. The version without the rack (Pic 3): This one looks much sleeker and cleaner, but then I’m back to square one. I’ll have nowhere to put those clothes that shouldn't be folded or thrown in the hamper yet. For those of you with a similar setup in your bedroom, which one is more worth it? Does the rack actually help with organization, or does it just become an eyesore? submitted by /u/One-Maybe-1894 to r/organizing [link] [comments]

I (25) was best friends with Blake (also 25) for my entire life. The sun, moon, and stars revolved around this kid for me and he felt the same way. We were Snoopy and Woodstock, a dynamic duo, he meant everything to me and he was my biggest supporter and a brother to me. This is someone who I cared for almost more than myself. When we were 6, Blake’s dad died and his mom really quickly married Gary. From the first time my family met him, something was off. I have a clear memory of being 7 years old and telling my mom to make it so that Blake only came over to our house and we only did sleepovers here, never at theirs. That continued for a few years until we were 13 and in middle school and Blake became this crazy good at hockey, physically imposing, talented popular guy and I was with the Lord of the Rings crew and Mystery, Inc. gang. We were still friends, it was just different. When we were 16 and not even half as close as we used to be. Blake turns up in the middle of the night and tells me he needs to tell me something terrible. We could both drive by then so I let him in through my bedroom window assuming he’d just committed a hit and run. Instead, he gets so upset that he vomits into my laundry hamper and starts crying so hard and so loudly that I have to put a towel beneath my door to dampen the sound. He starts talking about how he’s never had a relationship or kissed a girl before and I’m like “okay, well, we’re 16 so there’s plenty of time for that” and then he says verbatim “no, there’s no time left for me since Gary’s been hurting me for 8 years”. Blake tells me everything over a few hours, we passed out, and he woke up before me and left before the sun rose. I clearly remember this because I remember watching the sun rise, feeling sick to my stomach, hearing my mom leave for her morning workout class, and then walking downstairs to where my dad was watching the TV and posing a hypothetical to him. I said “what if I told you that someone came to me and told me something really serious?”, basically telling him the whole story the way Blake had told me but never once saying his name, and then telling him that I was going on a long walk to clear my head. By the time I got back, the cops were already in our driveway (my dad thought Blake was going to commit and had come to confess to me before he did. He wasn’t). Blake didn’t speak to me again after that night. It really hurt for a long time but they also found like a TB of CP on Gary’s devices and Blake has like 3 younger brothers so I guess I don’t really feel bad. I lost a lifelong friend but we went to the same college and I’ve watched him get better and thrive from afar, I saw some of the trial in MLive or whatever and Gary forsure got sentenced, and I also didn’t expect my dad to tell? Something foolish inside of me told me that he wouldn’t but I do understand why he did now that we’re almost 10 years out from the situation and he also really hated Gary so that it’s understandable. Fast forward to current times, Blake and I are both c/o 2026 and about to graduate school with advanced degrees and he approaches me. Mind you, we’ve had at least one class together every semester for the past 9 years and he’s acted like I’m dead. We sit down over a cup of coffee and he basically tells me that his therapist urged him to confront me in a calm manner. I’m like “okay dude” and rolling my eyes because I stand by telling my dad but he keeps fucking talking to me and saying stuff he should’ve said 7 years ago when I still actively cared about the situation. Apparently I forced him into the trauma of a trial and he’s resented me since, he feels like I’ve remained on the outskirts of his life while never once reaching out to make amends for blowing his life up, he feels like I seriously set him back, and he has a disdain for me because I went on living my life like I didn’t ruin his. I’m sitting there literally almost unable to believe what I’m hearing and thinking to myself “there’s no way this guy’s therapist told him to confront me…maybe he meant write a letter?” but there we were. I’m not going to have someone spew vitriol in my face since I grew a backbone sometime during the nine years this guy didn’t speak a single word to me and so I say “sounds like you have a Gary problem” and continue with “trust me Blake, I have nothing but love for you but I stand by the choices I made. So what I told my dad? You put me in an impossible situation”. It becomes quite a loud argument and I say “I stand by my decision and don’t think there’s shit left to discuss. I suggest you take your grievances up with the people that caused them because it seems like you’ve misplaced your anger and misunderstood my intent in ratting”. The reason I’m here is because Blake decided to make a post on his “advocacy page” basically talking about an unsuccessful confrontation with a controversial figure in his past and the comments are tearing me UP. Apparently I’m an asshole for not giving him a chance to speak his truth, I fucked up by further victimizing him, he should have insisted that I hear him out, and I should have apologized for the role I played in his trauma. In my mind, the trauma was caused the the court of law and Gary and if he didn’t want me to be in a position where I could rat to anyone, he should have thought twice before he came through my window. I comment on the post because I get tagged (mistake on my part) and say “I suggest you put this in a letter, send it to Ionia Correctional Facility, and leave me alone. You put me in an impossible position and seem to be lashing out because I’ve moved on from that period of my life. Take care and please don’t reach out again “. The comments are split, the reactions of everyone but my dad are split, and even my roommate and best friend is saying that I should’ve been kinder to him. In my mind, there’s an easily identifiable villain and it’s not me. AITAH? submitted by /u/ActiveeDamagee to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

Labelled in a childlike way as my husband is definitely going to struggle knowing which colours are considered light or dark (sigh). I have a toddler and another baby on the way, so hoping this makes life easier. I will be instilling the rule of not in the hamper = not getting washed as I'm fed up of picking up after a grown man. (This is the only thing he's a man-child at, I'm very lucky). submitted by /u/StepAwayFromTheTea to r/laundry [link] [comments]

He's a liquid most of the time and loves belly rubs! I Went to safeway for groceries and saw someone in the parking lot holding him saying he needed a home. As soon as I picked him up he was purring and cuddling into my beard. So... I went home with a new cat. Im not mad about it. He's a charming little hobbit. submitted by /u/SnooCalculations1913 to r/CatDistributionSystem [link] [comments]