No, it’s not the getting there or coming home.
It’s not layovers at the airport (even though we’re driving now)…
it’s the freaking LAUNDRY.
Now…
It’s my fault. I’ll take the blame.
I did all the kids’ laundry before they left. All washed, folded, put away.
But mine?
I didn’t need it last Saturday… so I just pushed that to the side. Clothing my kids was important and a priority.
And I’ve had FOUR days to do my laundry. FOUR. Four days that I could easily pop the clothes in the washer while I work, fold clothes while I’m on conference calls, or while I was watching TV. (Yes, there are distinct benefits to working from home.)
But I didn’t.
And now I’m doing laundry. So that I don’t have to go into the office naked next week. (Well, I do have some new clothes, but… that’s besides the point…)
And what’s worse? I have to do laundry while I’m in Mississippi, twice. Once to wash the clothes they are bringing home from camp and then once again before we leave so they have clean clothes to take to Nana’s and Papaw’s.
I hate laundry.
Until next time…
I don’t like laundry…good luck getting it all done!
Annabelle @ Christian Mommas last blog post..Get out of that Pit!
i agree…laundry is the PITS! I don’t so much mind the washing/drying but its the folding and the putting away that I really can’t stand!
Ann Gs last blog post..Play Date
I’m with Ann G. Hate folding and putting away!
Courtneys last blog post..Slow down…just a little
I can handle the laundry. It’s the packing and unpacking that gets me. Yuck!
Lizz @ Yes, and So is My Hearts last blog post..Cooking Up a Storm
once a friend invited me to her home in west point, ms. i really had too much laundry to justify leaving the house, so she told me to bring it with me and i could do it while we hung out. so, a days and much wine later, i take my 4 loads of freshly launderd and folded clothes back home.
she neglected to tell me that she ALWAYS uses fabric softener sheets in the dryer to combat the fact that there is a lot of iron in their water. about halfway home, the stench of blood permeates the car. i had do do it all over again when i got home. talk about pissed!