Holy shit, across the road, there is a man that must be nine feet tall. He is huge. Just walking around in the parking lot talking on a cell phone. I haven't seen a man that big since I was at "Welcome to The Machine" and the big guy wanted me to play euchre with him (and his buds) and I just failed miserably. If it was cribbage, I would have whupped his ass.
They breed'em big around here.
I am so sick of laundry. My laundry plan didn't work out. I put a note on the fridge in big red Sharpie letters, "UNTIL YOUR LAUNDRY IS BROUGHT DOWN AND SORTED, THEN PUT IN THE MACHINE, THERE IS NO COMPUTER OR TELEVISION". My plan has not worked.
I thought positive reinforcement would help, but I am overwhelmed with about five loads a day. No kidding, family of four and five loads a day, all from the kids. They wear an article of clothing for five minutes, spill something on themselves and then leave it in a heap in their rooms. Sometimes being a mother sucks.
Cry for me. |
2 comments:
I'm crying for you, I hate laundry too and have a mountain to deal with after our trip. Lucky for me the cleaning woman comes soon and will help, maybe you need one of those too?...ciao
Thank you for the mutual tears. . .I would love a cleaning woman, but, I would be cleaning prior to the cleaning woman setting foot in my door.
Plus, until I get the electrical done and actual drywall put up, I don't like having people over. My walls consist of bright yellow fibreglass insulation right now.
I love your pictures and commentary of your transcontinental journey. It was nice to pop in to your blog and live vicariously through you, minus the sea sickness. When I was at the drug store, I eyed those motion sickness patches, and thought I should pick them up, maybe for a stocking stuffer for my MIL.
Glad you are back safe and sound!
Lisa
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