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.
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.
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/