That's me...surrounded by piles of housework...paying no attention to it.
Only I haven't been sucked into a soap opera on TV. I've been absorbed in a book. The Giver series has given my mind a much appreciated respite from household chores (though not from my kids...I always choose them over a book...well, 85% of the time anyway). I've been lost in the pages of The Giver series' beautiful and tragic dystopia and didn't want to pull myself out of it, especially for chores.
Sigh.
I love this series. I love reading. I love books. And I hate laundry.
Anyway, since my loving and gifted husband has been busy constructing our built-ins in the living room (progress photos are coming) and the kids have been busy, well, being kids; a few things have gone unattended in the Cole household lately. Namely the laundry.
Ugh. The mountain of laundry.
So I declared yesterday to be Laundry Day.
Our washer and dryer laundered a lot of dirty clothes in one day. Nine loads to be exact.
That's A LOT of laundry.
I fear their retribution as they finish the last two loads for me tonight...
They'll look normal as I approach. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just two metal machines sitting in our basement. But their presence will take on a quiet menace as I approach. Then, BAM, the washer will attack, its hoses lashing and spitting and flailing, challenging me, daring me to shove one more dirty shirt or stinky sock into it.
But I will fight it. And I will prevail!
Because I am Mom. And even though I may go on chore hiatus for a week, my appliances don't. I mean just think if I gave into the washer's protests. How long before the news would travel to the other appliances? How long before they would all rise up against me? It would be anarchy.
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