Finding Joy in Snarkville

In case you’ve seen or spoken to me for the last two weeks, I owe you my humblest apologies.  I’ve been only slightly freaked out (now, that is the understatement of the year) and focused on the upcoming cruise.  (Ladies, if you are out there, I’m certain it will be a blast, just ignore my insanity.)

So, because I’ve been so focused, I’ve been completely ignoring the important things involved in being a wife and mother — LAUNDRY.  Um, so when I pulled the last pair of clean undies out the drawer and Prince looked at me with those sad eyes and asked (in that small voice that you know he’s a little scared of me), “Honey, I know you’ve been nuts lately, but I could really use some clean socks.”  (The smart part of him both ducked and ran out the door.)

Thus began my Friday of laundry.  [In general, when I haven't lost my mind, I earmark Fridays as my "Good Housewife Day"  where I clean and take care of the family stuff. But since the beginning of April, I've yet to accomplish my typical Fridays.] So, I sort the loads in our room and I wander into the laundry room (in Frankenhouse, my laundry room is actually the third bedroom) only to trip over the last package of tolietpaper.  THAT was the straw that broken the camel’s back.  Next thing I knew half of the laundry room was in the hall; I was on the phone with Prince asking if I could throw something away.  By noon, I threw out two bags of trash, moved major pieces of furniture around three rooms, and was wondering if I would be done by the time the boys got home.  Barely, I was.

Now, there are 100 OTHER things that were top priority, not the least of which was actually finishing the laundry, but NO, what absolutely HAD to be done was my laundry room HAD to be clean.  At the very end of my day, I was telling this story on myself to a friend and her reaction was, “oh, *I* understand, since you entertain in your laundry room ALL the time.”  Um, Dara, next time you come to the house, I’m *SO* entertaining you in the laundry room — and now the giant squishy chair is in there so you can be comfortable.

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