…but it’s one of those essentials that you have to do. The fun of having our own washer and dryer has worn off. Now it just means that the shirts, pants and underwear pile up in the laundry room instead of the bedroom.
I’ve had to do catch-up today though my friend gets here on Thursday and I don’t know how much time I’m going to have to clean over the next few days. Today “Gran” took the munchkin out to lunch with my sister so that I could work a purge on the house without him getting underfoot.
My husband says I should write a book series called “Helpful [Munchkin]” about all his efforts to be helpful which prove otherwise like his trying to run away with screws while we were attempting to fix the old desk, and him pulling clothes out of the dryer and scattering them about the house as fast as they get put in.
