Ode to the Dryer

Dear Mr. Dryer,

I hear you in there. Honestly, I do.

As I walk by the laundry room door, I hear your mumbled reminders – “Hey, there’s clothes in here!” “Hey, come and get these clothes before they wrinkle!” “Did you forget about me?” “I’m in here, and I’m full. Come and empty me!”

But, Mr. Dryer, you need to understand. I have other things going on. I can’t always answer you when you call – I can’t always respond immediately when you beep so insistently from the laundry room.

That “beep, beep, beep” that continues for hours and hours until I finally come in there and open your door.

I just can’t.

There are kids to feed, conference calls to attend. Life to live.

You are going to have to learn to be more patient with me. I’ll get to you when I can.

And when I do finally get around to giving you the attention you think you are so deserving of, what do you say to me?

“I’m hungry! Fill me up!”

Sigh.

Never satisfied.