The Bane of My Existence

I hate doing laundry. 
I find it endless and unrewarding. 
There are so many other things I would rather be doing than matching his soccer socks, or trying to get a dissolved Skittle stain out of her favorite shorts. 
Once, when my husband and I were enduring a mandatory "buy a timeshare at our condominium resort" program in order to procure free Disney tickets, the salesman asked me my occupation. I answered, "Laundress". It was a very effective and honest answer.

My purgatory would be an endless mountain of laundry.

Constantly washing,

Forever folding...

Hey, wait a minute????!!!!!!

Push Me Pull You...

It's been a Push Me Pull You kind of day.

Kind of week even.

Do you remember that wonderful creature from Dr. Dolittle? The Push Me Pull You--- a llama with a head on each side of its body. Unless it worked together, it couldn't move...

The kids are back in school.

Activities have started back up, and, as you read in my last post, I've had deadlines. Hence, the Push Me Pull You effect.

For example, if this gets done...

Then this does not.

If I do this...

 

Then this is what happens.

'tis the season. It's all good and will work itself into a chaotic rhythm before I know it.

Until then, Push Me Pull You.