I feel like I'm always doing laundry-I do several loads a week. But, I always have a serious back log of excess laundry. This past weekend, I was determined to get it ALL done.
Really. I started on Friday afternoon, and washed, washed, washed. When my husband got home from work on Saturday, I asked him to please get his laundry from
the floor of the bedroom his "special" laundry hamper and sort it into piles by color with the rest of the laundry, because I wasn't sure what needed to be washed. He replied that all of it needed to be washed, and promptly fell asleep on the couch.
Mmmmmkay. Guess I'll do that for ya there, honey. Anyhow, not one, but TWO loads of laundry came out of the washer with packs of gum in them.
We like our laundry with a clean, minty fresh scent. I found most of it before it hit the dryer, but not all of it. Thankfully, the clothes were somehow unscathed, but Saturday evening found me peeling tiny bits of gum out of the inside of the dryer, and I ended up with gum on the bottoms of my socks and on the knees of my jeans.
I know you envy the endless glamour that is my life. After lots of complaining, and many dramatic sighs, I announced to my groggy husband that he was in trouble for leaving gum in his pockets. Again.
(Yes, this has happened before.) His response? I should have checked his pockets first. Really?! I just washed 100's of articles of clothing, and I'm supposed to make sure everyone's
only his pockets are empty
after I pick them up off the bedroom floor myself? REALLY?! His next response was that he didn't ask me to do his laundry. Well, guess who will be doing his own laundry from now on?
Disclaimer-He's a pretty good guy, so I feel sort of guilty for posting this, but really?! C'mom! Be a grownup and pull the gum out of your pockets
before you throw your clothes on the floor before you put your clothes in the hamper!
I got the kids haircuts last Thursday after school, and then Friday afternoon, I got them all dressed up, curled my daughter's hair, and took loads and loads of festive potential Christmas card pictures in front of the Christmas trees. This is pretty much an annual tradition, and one that I generally stress over-usually needlessly. The kids looked cute, behaved well, and didn't give me any "weird" smiles, like they do sometimes. Pleased with our efforts, I let them change their clothes and play, as I downloaded the pictures. Every. Single. Picture. turned out grainy and sort of blurry. Really?! I couldn't use a single one. We repeated the process on Sunday with a different camera, which worked better, but the kids were sort of over it, and the pictures didn't come out as cute as the others would have been. Bah Humbug.
I've had lots of little "really?!" moments lately. I'm trying not to get bogged down with the frustration of it all, but it's difficult to "rise above". I've risen as far as I can go!
(And now I see that I need to knock the cobwebs out of those high corners again...) Sometimes it's good to vent.
Speaking of "vents"...I hope there isn't any gum stuck to the dryer vent...
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