I hate laundry as a family.
Worst part of having a family.
Well laundry & dishes are both up there!
Remember when you could do ONE teeny load of laundry a week or do like only have 2 or 3 dishes in the sink at a time? Yeah, when you were single... and living on your own. HAHA I just did laundry, and here it is again. With three of us and a poopie puppy, I have 4 baskets full. Never have time to drag laundry and my son to the laundromat so we have to wait for time when daddy is avilable to help too. Which isn't often. He works sometimes 70 hour weeks. Which IS a blessing, but I smell bad at this point. We are so poor that I had to just separate through the dirty laundry... Five different piles.
-Dylan clothes (all of his ALWAYS get washed)
-Rafal work clothes (they always get washed too obviously)
-Underware (duh!)
-My favs to wear (a few shirts and a pair or two of jeans)
-His favs to wear (a few shirts and shorts)
Now I am down to TWO baskets... still costing about $10 just to wash. Ugh. Laundry is such a biotch!
BUT dishes.... I HATE DOING DISHES. Always have always will. Can't wait to get a dishwasher. Rafal did the dishes last night for me, to help me out, thank God. LAST NIGHT. Already from soup for dinner, and snacks for Dylan, and breakfast as well as lunch today, both sides of my sink are FULL. SO here we go again.
I had a melt down this morning and cried on the kitchen floor. Dylan is my knight in shinning armour. He stood by me rubbing my arm saying "k?" over and over again. He was worried about me. But I just needed to cry. My house is a mess. The dog was pooping on the floor, Dylan spilled tea on the WHITE carpet.... all the while Daddy was still snuggled in bed. I just broke down. Then on the way to the doctor I started singing
"Kids screamin, phone ringin, dog barkin at the mail man bringin the stack of bills OVERDUE, good mornin baby how are you, got a half hour, a quick shower, take a drink of milk but the milks gone sour my funny face, makes her laugh, twist the cap on and I put it back. There goes the washin machine, baby don't kick it promise I'll fix it, long about a million other things... well its OK, its alright, just another day in paradise, well theres no place that I'd rather be, two hearts one dream, wouldn't trade it for anything, and i ask the lord every night ohhhhhh for just another day in paradise."
I love that song, its my life.
And I love it.
We are PERFECTLY imperfect.
Worst part of having a family.
Well laundry & dishes are both up there!
Remember when you could do ONE teeny load of laundry a week or do like only have 2 or 3 dishes in the sink at a time? Yeah, when you were single... and living on your own. HAHA I just did laundry, and here it is again. With three of us and a poopie puppy, I have 4 baskets full. Never have time to drag laundry and my son to the laundromat so we have to wait for time when daddy is avilable to help too. Which isn't often. He works sometimes 70 hour weeks. Which IS a blessing, but I smell bad at this point. We are so poor that I had to just separate through the dirty laundry... Five different piles.
-Dylan clothes (all of his ALWAYS get washed)
-Rafal work clothes (they always get washed too obviously)
-Underware (duh!)
-My favs to wear (a few shirts and a pair or two of jeans)
-His favs to wear (a few shirts and shorts)
Now I am down to TWO baskets... still costing about $10 just to wash. Ugh. Laundry is such a biotch!
BUT dishes.... I HATE DOING DISHES. Always have always will. Can't wait to get a dishwasher. Rafal did the dishes last night for me, to help me out, thank God. LAST NIGHT. Already from soup for dinner, and snacks for Dylan, and breakfast as well as lunch today, both sides of my sink are FULL. SO here we go again.
I had a melt down this morning and cried on the kitchen floor. Dylan is my knight in shinning armour. He stood by me rubbing my arm saying "k?" over and over again. He was worried about me. But I just needed to cry. My house is a mess. The dog was pooping on the floor, Dylan spilled tea on the WHITE carpet.... all the while Daddy was still snuggled in bed. I just broke down. Then on the way to the doctor I started singing
"Kids screamin, phone ringin, dog barkin at the mail man bringin the stack of bills OVERDUE, good mornin baby how are you, got a half hour, a quick shower, take a drink of milk but the milks gone sour my funny face, makes her laugh, twist the cap on and I put it back. There goes the washin machine, baby don't kick it promise I'll fix it, long about a million other things... well its OK, its alright, just another day in paradise, well theres no place that I'd rather be, two hearts one dream, wouldn't trade it for anything, and i ask the lord every night ohhhhhh for just another day in paradise."
I love that song, its my life.
And I love it.
We are PERFECTLY imperfect.
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