Welcome to my laundry room hell.
But why son? Could it possibly be the complete lack of storage that results in a disastrous mess of laundry supplies, cleaning products, clothes pins, lint balls, miscellaneous trash and loose change pulled from pockets that clutters the tops of the washer and dryer that keeps you from loving this room?
A little while later, I went back into the laundry room only to find it flooded. I realized that your dad (anti-handyman that he was and probably still is) had not tightened the connection on the washing machine hose. It had come loose and was spewing water all over the floor. I quickly turned off the washing machine. Your Dad had gone out to run errands or something. So, there I was, six months pregnant, on my hands and knees sopping up two inches of water off of the laundry room floor.
After I got the water cleaned up, I pulled the washer away from the wall. Since the linoleum was wet, the foot of the washing machine ripped a hole in it and it's been that way ever since. Just one of my fond, fond memories of your Dad and this house.
Thanks so much for taking the time from your day to stop by and read my tale of laundry room woe. ;)