Laundry
"Why?" you ask.
Well, it's never ending.
There always seems to be a pile
of laundry somewhere -
in a basket in a bedroom,
on the floor in the bathroom,
piled by the washing machine,
stuck in the dryer waiting to be folded,
in a basket patiently waiting to be put away,
it's never finished,
it's always waiting,
Laundry.
So true. As soon as I put it away, there's more in the bins. Sigh. But I love the routine of my Saturday mornings. And since my husband stays at home, it's the only chore I do all by myself. So I feel less guilty when I think about laundry ;-)
ReplyDeleteSo true. As soon as I put it away, there's more in the bins. Sigh. But I love the routine of my Saturday mornings. And since my husband stays at home, it's the only chore I do all by myself. So I feel less guilty when I think about laundry ;-)
ReplyDeleteI can relate!
ReplyDeleteI can relate!
ReplyDelete" it's never finished,
ReplyDeleteit's always waiting,"
Exactly! The socks hiding all over the house are the worst!