I'm going green. Yeah, yeah...I know, you know. But sometimes this has created funny moments.
I've been paying attention to the laundry I create.
I can wear a pair of jeans three times on average unless I'm doing something really grungy. I can sleep in PJ's (and I sleep in PJ's cause I'm freezing my buns off ) at least 2 nights, etc, etc.
I have tried not to wash so many dish towels. If I'm cleaning or dealing with something yucky I try to contain it to only one towel. I use another to wipe up water, dry my hands, dry dishes, etc. Hanging it to dry in between.
I'm also bringing dish towels to the station to cut down on our use of paper towels. The guys are really good sports.
Steve washed his hands in the kitchen while I was making some yummy pizzas for dinner. He asked if I had a towel for him to dry his hands. I handed him one and he looked at me quizzically.
"Is this blood?" He asked, showing me a brownish stain on the towel.
"Don't think so." I replied.
"Looks like blood to me.' This paramedic with 32 years of experience said.
Then it dawned on me. This weekend, my lovies weren't so lovie with each other leaving Maggie with a good cut on her face. I held some pressure on it to control a small bit of bleeding. With a old kitchen towel. The same old kitchen towels I usually bring to the station.
I'm guessing that it was on the table and didn't look dirty so I tossed it back in the towel basket.
I guess that is maybe something I need to pay closer attention to......
(Maggie is fine by the way. Just another scar to solidify her junkyard dog mystic)
(Steve is fine too)