I’ve decided there are two things saving my sanity right now: a bottle of Drano and the little laundry down by work that will wash and fold for 80 cents a pound. No matter the cleanliness of the tubs in our house, they drains are constantly getting clogged with hair (my daughter and I both share long locks). So, about once a week, I pour a bottle of Drano down. It’s probably wrecking the system and I’m sure the environment. But neither I, nor any other member of my house, has any desire to reach down and there and pull out the offending material. Nor, do I think, could we get to it.
As for the laundry, about last November - mid home remodel - I looked up prices to have someone else do the laundry. I can’t really afford to have someone else come in and clean the home but maybe I could outsource a task or two. I decided the latter.
It’s been a godsend. I still have to sort the socks and put clothes away, (when I don’t gather the troops for help), but it really has made life easier. I still do a few - and yes, more than one! - loads at home each week, but about every other week I take what I can to the laundry. They know me by name now.
And then the kicker this weekend. My daughter and I went shoe shopping - never EVER take a 4 year old fashionista shopping for shoes. Two hours and 15 pairs of tried-on pairs later, I said it was time to go home. We had shoes for me and her brother (Who did not make the trek with us. Smart boy.).
We were looking for something specific (shoes to make my 39″ daughter appear 40″ for our upcoming trip to Disneyland), so she was right to be frustrated that we hadn’t found anything yet.
She said, “Let’s go to Wal-Mart.” I said, “It’s time to go home.”
“I’m going to another family if we don’t go to Wal-Mart.”
UGH!
I don’t even know where she learned that. I laughed so hard all the people shopping around me probably thought I had cracked up (so would you!).
Needless to say, we didn’t go to Wal-Mart. She hasn’t left the family.
And the next day we did get the shoes.
Sorry, got to go. The kids just got out of the shower and I heard my son declare: “Mom! She’s shaking her butt at me!”
Hmmm… maybe it’s a good thing they start camp tomorrow.