First real day as a Domestic Goddess

[missmiah]

Woke up today with absolutely nowhere to be.

Decided today would be a good day to attempt the whole dutiful housewife Thing I've read so much about.

So, I gathered the laundry. Not just the pile of dirty clothes I remember wearing since the last time I did laundry, I gathered everything - towels, washrags, kitchen towels. I even stripped the bed, something that hadn't been done since DH left. (I know, gross, but I sleep on top of one comforter, below another one and my head touches one pillow - which I wash every few weeks, so hush.)

Those of you who have seen my bed realize just how much of an effort that is. Two comforters, a fitted sheet (since regular sheets are of the devil), three large pillows that act as a buffer on the side of the bed, two giant flannel pillows that keep me from touching the very cold window in the mornings, seven other pillows (because I nest), and assorted pillow cases.

DH has two pillows that belong to Him and mercy on anyone who dared to suggest running the pillows through the wash when he was around. He said they were perfect, that he'd spent years getting them flat enough.

So I washed them today.

I'm thinking I might have to toss them in the garbage and claim they were a tragic casualty of the foster cat incident.


Nine washers full of stuff - including two triple load washers.

Why does laundry expand when you wash it? I had one trunk and one front seat full of laundry when I left. I returned with an entire car full. An ENTIRE car full.

I immediately knew I'd have to lock up the cats if I wanted to get everything back into the house in under an hour and a half.

I went into the bathroom (one of the only rooms in the house with a door) and began the summoning ritual. I turned on the sink faucet, opened the shower cubicle door and recited the correct words, "Come look at me, not doing anything bad. Oh, no, I'm not trying to con you guys into being locked up. No, not me. Lookit, water." To which both cats come running.

Ten minutes later the car is unpacked and the cats have somehow barricaded themselves into the bathroom.

Five minutes after that, I have managed to unwedge the broom from between the hotwater heater, the sink and the door and am once again able to use the restroom.


Two-thirty and the laundry is done, trash is out, litter box is clean(ish), car has been cleaned out (mostly). I am done for the day.

Have to drive the Duct-Taped Wonder to K.C. tomorrow. Am getting a dark bronze Kia something. There is AC. That's all I really care about.

Comments

[scatteredlogic.livejournal.com]

I laughed myself silly over this post because it just sounds to very familiar. ;)

And laundry does expand, doesn't it? I don't know what's up with that.

Ten minutes later the car is unpacked and the cats have somehow barricaded themselves into the bathroom.

That's just such an hysterical mental image. lol

btw - you have the most adorable icon. ;)

Thanks

[missmiah.livejournal.com]

btw - you have the most adorable icon. ;)


Thank you. I made it myself.

"It" being the halloween costume and the icon, not the baby. I had nothing to do with her creation. ;p

I fessed up and told DH that his pillows didn't survive being washed. He wasn't too heartbroken.