A $4.99 sweater, a dirty bathtub and a whole lot of laundry, pretty much summarizes my Saturday. It started with an overflowing laundry hamper in our room + two over flowing laundry baskets, one with clothes, the other with towels, in our laundry room, which resulted in six loads of laundry. Six. For a family of three. What are we doing to create such a pile? Someone needs to fire the laundry lady because she’s slacking on the job.
By the time 11:30 rolled around, the time in which we were set to leave for Caroline’s basketball practice, I was rushing around trying to pull myself together enough to be presentable in public. I had, after all, been doing laundry all morning. One cringe worthy glance at our dirty bathtub and bathroom floor later, Craig and Caroline were off to basketball practice alone, while I stayed home to put our house in order. It was one of those moments in which I could not possibly fathom leaving our house in the condition in which it was in. Dramatic much? Since Craig was going to practice anyway, it wasn’t a big deal. While they were off bounce passing, dribbling and shooting, I scrubbed the bathtub, cleaned the floors, vacuumed the whole house and my car, dusted, swept and oh yeah, folded laundry. I’m sure he’d consider that a fair trade.
Over the years I’ve collected ornaments here and there for Caroline so that when she grows up and has her own tree, she won’t have to start from scratch. I try to get duplicates of the ones I buy for me or something at least remotely similar so that when she puts them on her own tree, they’ll remind her of the tree and ornaments she grew up with.
It’s cloudy, drizzly and pretty dreary outside; a perfect baking day.