My babies at a nearby park when the cherry trees were in bloom. I have perfect babies. Yes, they are still babies, my babies.
So, I spent the day folding laundry.
Oh, shut up.
Five people and their menagerie make a lot of laundry in three weeks. I stopped every now and then to look at e mail - well, and play a video game. But other than that, I've spent the day doing the laundry. I'm still doing it. I have a whole bunch of my stuff going back months that's been sitting on top of a box (I never fold my stuff). I'll be darned if anyone is going to get on my case about laundry, by golly. I'm going to do laundry until he is blue.
I've simultaneously been trying to fix the computer, making dinner, cleaning the desks in the bedroom and cleaning the carpet. On my knees, with a handheld vac. Then I cleaned it with a carpet cleaner. Now I'm taking this break, will finish folding the laundry and then clean my bathroom before drowning myself in a tub of cold water.
When he came home today, he had intended to lay down in our bed. I explained to him that perhaps, as I was doing the laundry and other cleaning and after our discussion this morning, now was not an optimum time to lay down in the bed I was folding clothes on to watch TV. I told him how my day had gone, what I had done and asked how his day had gone, as I do every night.
He told me he answered a lot of e mail and made a lot of calls.
Now, I tried not to smile, I really did. Then I gave up and laughed. He said, laughing too, "it doesn't sound stressful, but it was!"
Gotta go. Have to finish - well, you know.
