The Windmills of My Laundry

For your listening pleasure:

 So after a week away from home (and a good shot of retail therapy buying an entire winter wardrobe for the kidlets) I have a LOT of washing to do. I have this insane idea that clothes must be washed before wearing. I know that there are no insect larva breeding in my unwashed underwear, but I have to wash them anyway.

So I want to wash these clothes, (plus the clothes that I wore over the last week) but I can’t, because the washer has wet clothes in it.

I want to hang out these clothes, but I can’t, because the line under the verandah is full and it’s RAINING so I can’t use the normal clothes line.

I want to bring in the clothes off the line, but I can’t, because the clean clothes baskets are full of clothes that I washed before C7 got sick and didn’t have time to put away.

I want to put those clothes away, but I can’t, because we have had a sudden change in weather from summer to winter overnight and I need to get the cold weather gear out of storage (and sort through it) and put it in the wardrobes and the hot weather gear needs to be stored / given away / chucked out.

So, I need to sort the old clothes, but I can’t, because… well because… because…  damn. Can’t find a reason. Stupid brain. Thinks it’s so smart. Can’t even think of a reason to not do stupid laundry.

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But if someone would tell me why in draft mode the picture spins round doing weird stuff to your eyes, but in my actual blog it doesn’t, I would appreciate it.

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One response to “The Windmills of My Laundry

  1. Engaging web site. i will visit again=)

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