Spin Cycle

Today was laundry day. Sundays are those days, although I have been known to do a load mid-week, if needed.

I am not overly fond of doing laundry. Thus, my husband usually does it. The trade off is, I fold it and put it away. I really don't like that part of it, but such is life. However, if I'm the one to wash the clothes, then I'm still the one that winds up folding it and putting it away.

Hmm. Not sensing the equality in that.

Ah, well. What would life be, if everything was equal?

Don't answer that.

I still have the flu, which means that I will probably not be folding the laundry today, and maybe not even tomorrow. I really hope that I feel better tomorrow. I'm sick of being sick ~har har har~ Today is day three.

Tomorrow, The Man goes back to work, the kid to school. Lovely. But let's not talk about the kids. I really don't want to go there today. Not in the mood.

Not that I'm upset with them, or anything. They're great. It's the Major Players in their lives that usually upset me. However, I'm not upset at their father, Arial, or their step-mother, Wicker; not today. I'm just not in the mood to discuss the issues that seem to constantly swirl around those two, and, by proxy, around my Duckies. Their (Airal and Wicker's) problems are not MY problems, but their problems do effect me...

... and I'm rambling, aren't I? Blame the flu. I do.

Back to laundry.

Did you know that I love the scent of freshly laundered clothes? And there are few things more pleasing than climbing into bed 'tween clean sheets? If I could, I would wash my sheets EVERY day. However, that would be a horrid waste of water, laundry detergent, dryer sheets, gasoline (as I do not have a washer/dryer in my place), and time. Thus, I wash my sheets, usually bi-weekly. TMI? Get over it.

I am not looking forward to folding and putting away all this laundry. I said that already, didn't I?

My head hurts, and the screen on my computer is probably not helping... And I have temporarily run out of things to say. Fancy that.