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PLANS FOR THE WEEKEND?

He wears a surgical mask

To do a soldering task…

Window fan

Keeps air grand,

All you gotta do is ask!

There’s ALWAYS laundry to do,

Doing it all we rarely get through…

She washes–I hang–

Often the whole she-bang,

For Saturday, make up a stew.

When we can attend church,

And watch TV preachers research…

Bible teaching

Is the best preaching,

In the God-created universe!

–Jonathan Caswell

LAUNDRY SUCKS, from ladyornot.com

 

Laundry Sucks

Posted on March 25, 2013 by

Today, I am expecting a friend to come visit.  This is wonderful because we are close and I love to have visitors.  The problem is that my husband has been out-of-town the last couple of days.  This means wrangling hypothetical children and doing all the pre-guest prep alone. One of those things is laundry.

When I first got married I went to the doctor for some back pain issues.  All sorts of not important things were said, so I tuned him out… that is, until he uttered the words all women want to hear: You shouldn’t do laundry.  He told me that laundry, including folding and putting away, would aggravate my back, so I should avoid it if I could.  This became the new gospel in my house.

laundry Laundry Sucks

This worked wonderfully for almost 13 years.  Here was the rub. He wasn’t here.  I could always use child labor, I supposed.  I asked them to pitch in and I helped too, though I pouted about it.  But it was a school night and they had to go to bed.  There was still laundry in the dryer.  I didn’t want to do it, but I had backed myself into a corner as my sheets are in there. Sigh.

So what is a girl to do when she has to do something so horrible? Write a blog about it and complain. So there it is ladies and gents: I have to actually do work around my house.  I guess now I deserve a spa treatment and a full bottle of wine.

Wine Cleaning Laundry Sucks

x,

Becca

Lady or Not… Here I Come!

P.S. I did my first guest post on Jason’s new blog.  It isn’t funny. I am under strict orders to be authentic and not silly. I am supposed to write there on Sundays, when he writes here.  You can read it here: http://squirrellywriter.com/2013/03/24/friend-or-foe/

 

SUNDAY NIGHT AT OUR APARTMENT HOUSE

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SUNDAY NIGHT AT  OUR APARTMENT HOUSE

Getting awful quiet now,

The folks are mostly in bed…

Some will get up with the sun

By eight P.M. the place is dead.

I’m doing last-minute laundry

Before the room closes down…

Wife’s wheeled walker is the laundry cart

On hallway carpet makes little sound.

One more load to cycle

In time for wash and dry,

After supper i am sweaty,

Is there any wonder why?

—Jonathan Caswell