Are now laundry days.
As they used to be.
I should really throw on a kettle of beans and do it right. But at 101, bean soup sounds completely unappetizing.
The nice thing about doing laundry at my parents’ house all day Monday is I can throw a load in, leave the kids, and shop without my three “helpers.” I can get all the laundry done in one day and not have to worry about it for a week. I also secretly call Wally and talk for an hour, but no one tell my mom. I think she’s on to me.
The bad thing is trying to drag my mom away from her Facebook games to blog one tiny post is like prying candy from a toddler’s hand. You can do it. It just takes a lot of hard work and will to put up with those consequences.
As for the move, it’s getting there. I’m still delusional optimistic. I’ve had a lot of help. I can’t wait to say goodbye to the tiny kitchen and sharing a room with Tornado A. I miss a clean bedroom.
Now back to the boys before they start picking on each other and before Tornado A starts causing trouble. I hate when he takes a nap in the car.