Just when I think I’ve conquered it, someone comes calling, “I’m out of socks!”
If I had a penny for every time I’ve said, “Go dig through the drier!” I’d be a rich woman.
I’ve tried buying more socks. Unfortunately, I don’t actually get pennies for my repetitive words, so my ability to replace dirty clothing with new stuff is limited.
Instead, I carry on. Tackling piles of filthy garments – seriously, why don’t clothing manufacturers just make little boy underwear brown to begin with?
I never quite understood that phrase “A woman’s work is never done” until I started doing laundry and dishes for my household. You can’t retire from doing the laundry and dishes. Ever.
But this is 2014. Just because I am the only woman in my household, doesn’t mean I’m the only one who has to do laundry and dishes.
“Boys, let me teach you a little game I call ‘sorting and folding.’ Everyone who plays gets to wear clean clothes this week.”
Except they’re boys, so I’m probably the only one who’s concerned about whether or not their clothes are clean. I’ll have to come up with a better incentive.
COMING SOON ... blog hop challenge part 2, a sneak peek at my sequel to Watcher, and interviews with sci fi authors.