Showing posts with label housework. Show all posts
Showing posts with label housework. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2013

A True Saying

 "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
 Lao-tzu


Let the laundry folding begin...Again.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

You Might Be Behind On Laundry If...

...You find yourself dressing off the growing pile of clothes on the chair in your room.

...Your husband has to walk through the house naked after showering to find clean underwear.  Every morning.

...Your middle child has been asking about the same shirt almost every day since you got back from Thanksgiving break and you keep answering, "I think it's in the wash."

And the saddest way you know you might be behind on laundry is if...

...Your oldest child comes home with a picture he drew at school of the family decorating the Christmas tree, and the dining room table included in the drawing holds the ten loads of clean laundry that still needs to be folded.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Beautification Project

I intended to post this over a month ago when it was put together, but alas, life happened.  Mama made me some pillows to go on my bed.  Pulled together with some pillows I already had and a new coverlet, it is a lovely combination that makes me feel like I have a "big girl" bed.  Sorry Kris, it is definitely "girl". But isn't it pretty?

Friday, June 26, 2009

Mary P., Give Me a Call Please!

I have managed to keep the clutter under (some) control and I finally got the laundry attended to. Kris and the boys were dressing off the dining room table for about three weeks. I mostly stayed in my jammies, so I didn't have that many clothes that needed folded and put away. Hey, at least I got them washed and dried, right?

I'm feeling much better as far as the pregnancy goes. I've had a nasty sinus thing that has given me a headache/congestion/cough all week. Once this is gone I should be ready to get back to normal.

If Mary Poppins was my friend, I wouldn't have this problem. I would get her to teach me that trick where she snaps her fingers and everything cleans itself. Wouldn't that be lovely? Never mind the fact that she doesn't really exist. A girl can dream...