Laundry sucks

I just do not enjoy doing laundry for other people. Yes, I realize I need to just let that feeling go because I have a good 16 years or so of being sort of "required" to do laundry for other people.

But really....I don't feel like I ask for too much.
Can you please not put your socks into the hamper inside out? if you do this, do you know how happy it woul dmake me to fold and put away laundry without having to flip the socks the right way and then end up with a pile of sand and mulch on the floor at my feet? 'cuz then I have to vacuum. again.

Can you not shove the wettest towel you could find into the exact dead center of the hamper so that everything item is now wet, and smelly? because your socks smell really bad now that's summertime.

and you feel the need to go out and open the running dryer to see if your favorite shirt is dry yet, and you stick your grimey hands in there and then get maple syrup on the clothes....could you maybe tell me? I would be so much nicer if you said, "hey Momma. umm, I kind of got the clothes dirty again. you know, the ones in the dryer?"
because if you don't tell me, this happens....continue the drying and then take the clothes into the living room to fold and wonder out loud where the heck all of the syrup came from. do a thorough search of the inside of the dryer in June in Florida when it's over 100 degrees in the garage already, to see if you can find out what leaked/spilled/all over the clothes. then, as I am reloading all of these "clean" clothes into the washing machine, you come up to me and say, "oh...are thos ethe ones that I wiped the syrup on?"



and then you will know why I'm twitchy and sticking my head into the freezer saying Momma needs a few minutes of quiet time by 3:32 PM everyday.

whoa Nelly.....she IS still alive

yeah, so... I could be all full of tales of why I have not been here for almost 3 months. but, well, no excuse. life happens and sometimes you just don't want to actually document it all. nothing bad, just...blah

I have a pierced daughter now. she wanted a graduation present for successfully completing Kindergarten. so, she got her ears pierced. wicked cute and thank God no problems at all.

I now have a 4th grader and a 1st grader. have heard tales that 4th grade is a huge world of different than 3rd. kids change classes. like, my son will have to actually know to bring his science book when he goes to science class. instead of just walking over to his classroom cubby and grabbing it. good luck with that, 4th grade.

my littlest one is showing signs of wanting to potty train. either that or he is just playing with my tender emotional state of deliriousness by the thinking I may be diaper free at some point in life. either way, I'm going with it and he is naked 95% of the time now. cuts down on laundry, too. and one particular area of the backyard is very well watered.

I'm leaving on a woman only roadtrip in.....





woot! woot! woot! woot!