Yesterday, I remembered that the boys needed haircuts before Corwin’s school picture today. So, I took them up to the shop, got them lovely haircuts and stopped by the store to pick up a few groceries and a new shirt for Corwin to wear.
I’ll be honest, the laundry is piled up as high as my elbow and I haven’t had time for more than a load of here or there. Considering that in an average week, I do at least seven loads, this a horrible backlog. So the new shirt was, while not a necessity, going to help me out quite a bit.
This morning, I woke up to discover that the one load of laundry I managed to do yesterday and the new shirt had fallen on the floor…probably helped along by a kitten or two. Trying to be as quiet as possible, because I have a house guest sleeping on my couch, I picked up the laundry, only to discover that one of the damn cats had peed on it. I suspect Merlin or Herne.
Stifling my rage as best I could, I told the kids to finish (quietly) getting ready for school, while I threw it down the laundry chute raced up to Meijer. Thankfully, they’re open twenty-four hours a day. I dashed into the store, found a new shirt, tried to check out, got charged twice the price marked, had to get someone to help me with a price adjustment, had to beg the guy to actually punch in his badge number to do the price adjustment after scanning his bade for the eighth time didn’t work, raced home, had Corwin put on the new shirt and still managed to pick up Justin and get to both schools on time. Corwin’s school picture had better turn out damn cute.
I need a nap. But instead, I’ll be doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.
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Oh honey; I'm so sorry! I hereby give you permission to take a nap between loads:)
Napping in laundry piles is acceptable. I know this, because cats do it.
Definitely nap between loads.
You clearly have not trained your cats to do the laundry for you. I would impose a no kibble rule until they at least learn how to separate whites from colors.
I am now setting fire to a pile of laundry, dishes and random household items as an offering to the Sanity Gods for you to have some restored. 🙂
I am now calling the fire department…
May you have fifteen lousy minutes to yourself, and an awesome cup of coffee to go with it! *hugs*
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Cats… I do believe it was YOU, yes YOU, darling, who sang the praises of being a cat owner to me but a year ago when I was deciding on the whole cat rescue operation… yeah, and I was greeted with lovely cat puke on my duvet cover today…
So I feel your pain, though I think no amount of sacrifice to the Sanity Gods will help at this point. I'm just going to buy a straight jacket and call it even…oh and I ordered one for you too… think we can wear them on our private island? That one we talked about… I hope the name wasn't Shutter, lol.
hugs to you and for the record… a way better mom than I… I would have grabbed something out of the dirty pile, sprayed it with the almighty febreeze and called it good…
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Oh, to have a washer and dryer in my own home . . . .
Now see…I do my laundry at the laundromat. So hie thee down to the 'mat with your laptop. Work whilst the washer agitates and the dryer goes 'round. Then fold, pack, and go.