Does your laundry ever make you want to weep?
It might be my favorite household chore, but wow, when I get behind, it just kind of breeds on me.
This is one, of FOUR total baskets I had to carry up two flights of stairs. It is clean and ready to fold. When I carried this one up, it was so tall it was sagging down to my ankles. I couldn`t see well carrying it, and stumbled at the top of the first stairs, tripped over something (stupid toy) and stubbed my toe, HARD. Blasted laundry!
(I looked blasted up in the urban dictionary to make sure it wasn`t bad, and it basically means Super-stupid.)
Elle said so sweetly from the playroom,
“You ok, mom?”
I ♥ my drying racks. We fork over less money to the electric company as well. More money for more important things.
Yup, I fold on my bed. This was half of what I folded.
Sadly, there is even more there than it looks like. It` s queen size bed, and quite deep. sigh.
All the girl`s clothes now folded.
The laundry will always be there for you.
I know it to be true.
There is no post as boring as one about laundry.