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Ode to the laundry

I have so much going on now that things are starting to slip.  Some days it is so challenging to balance it all.  For example yesterday, I was looking for my favorite wool sweater and I just couldn’t find it.  Last night, I found it in the washing machine.

Look how cute it is.  It is so small it is absurd.  As a frame of comparison, I have a normal sized sweater on the left.  I am actually quite impressed with how small wool gets when water hits it. What would have happened if I wore it during a rain storm?

All of this inspired me to write a ballad to my arch-enemy… the laundry.  I have several evil villains in the domestic category, so I suspect that the “Ode’s” will be a recurring theme in this blog.

Ode to the laundry

This arranged marriage of necessity
Is not really working out for me
Your incessant demand for attention creates quite a calamity

The wash… the fold
It is all getting really old

You rebel with missing socks
And wool sweaters that shrink… A LOT

An unwanted wrinkle if kept waiting too long
Forces me to resort to the dreaded iron

A hidden red in a load of whites
Oh, I am on to you alright

I fantasize of having an affair
With the Wash N’ Fold in the market square

The clean smell, the happy faces
Of the patrons leaving these places

One day I’ll poke in and inquire
To free myself of this burdensome mire

The daydream of something new
Sure beats the misery of tending to you

Oh the temptation… the desire
Makes my pulse quicken, my heart afire

Yet since my wallet is thin,
I’ll find myself content with you again.

With my ball and chain I will keep my wishes at bay,
I shall toil and fold and put away
All while dreaming of a better day


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Back to Life… Back to Reality

So that’s it.  Summer is over.  It was fleeting.

Typically I live up to Labor Day in denial that fall is upon us.  This year I have attempted to embrace the coming season. I have spent the last few weeks organizing, washing, folding, sorting and storing household items in preparation of the school season for about 2 weeks now.  My son has grown almost an inch and it is quite clear judging by the clothing that he has outgrown!

This summer has been one of the best that we have had in years.  The weather was so hot it and so sticky – it was wonderful.  I spent the summer with my boys almost exclusively.  I am going through a reclusive phase.

At the beginning of each season, I declare it is the one I love the best.  So this is why I shall affirm, for now, that autumn is my favorite season. 

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These are a few of my favorite fall things:  the crisp air, the taste of a New York Macintosh apple, hockey, carving pumpkins, snuggling on the couch on cool evenings when the days are so short, creamy homemade soups in freshly baked bread bowls, warm apple cider donuts, hoodies, the bristling of the leaves beneath your feet as you follow behind your child trick or treating, hot mulled cider, the vibrant colors on the landscape, apple picking, the routine, Columbus Day, sweaters, haunted hay rides, homemade apple pie,  the anticipation of Thanksgiving, and a new season of my favorite shows to watch with our good friends. 

Yet as I see the first hint of fall colors grazing the leaves, I do regret the passing of summer.  I will miss the hummingbirds.

Hummingbird Image taken from: http://wildbirdsupplies.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/hummingbird.jpg


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A train ran through my house

Each day can be a roller coaster ride.  The morning started out on a high note.  I was getting ready to chaperone a field trip with my son when it occurred to me that I am finally living my dream.  I am a stay at home mom, full time student and a writer.  This is what I have always hoped to be. 

Just one small flaw in that plan – no income. Well, yet.  I have to work on that.  It is really a problem.

But anyway the show we saw on the class field trip was really great.  My son watched certain parts of the Little Mermaid with great interest.  Like the part when the witch was concocting the magic potion by mixing various liquids together.  I didn’t realize that this scene was foreshadowing a future event in my life. 

After school was over, we race home to wash up, get a snack, do Kindergarten homework quickly and then I have to head for my evening classes.  Kisses to all – goodnight to my boys.

Class was great.  I sure was tired.  I couldn’t wait to get into my PJ’s.  On the way home I call my husband.  The tone of his voice tells me that the evening was eventful. 

Once I arrive home, I realize that the first floor of my home has been transformed into what appears to be a frat house.  There is clothing, boots, school books, food containers and empty beverage glasses strewn from one end to the next.  The recyclables have been organized in a highly irregular fashion on the kitchen floor.  

My goodness, how long was I gone?

I go to the bathroom quick before I can even think about this mess.  I go to wash my hands.  There is red paint all over the sink, on the bar of soap and there are no towels to be found. 

Uh oh. 

I go find my somewhat frazzled husband who proceeds to tell me the crimes my son committed this evening.  There were several:

  • A science project went awry.  Apparently there was a “potion” concoction of juice, seltzer and an unidentified powder like substance (I think it was pop rocks and fun dip mixed together).  This is the part where my son received his inspiration from the little mermaid.  He also told his father that the juice was “just fine” and we should drink it.  Yum. This was apparently the cause for the first intensive clean up of the evening. 
  • Daddy’s little helper tried to assist with an car oil change and ended up whacking himself with one of the tools.  The oil change was halted in favor of the medical attention required to fix the “boo boo”.  Clean up number two. 
  • In an attempt to stay out of Daddy’s hair, there was a painting excursion where Drew took it upon himself to take out my acrylic paint and do some painting.  Evidenced by the paint I found in the bathroom.  Clean up number three.

Suddenly, my husband’s irritated mood makes a bit more sense.  We clean up the house together and I get more and more information about their evening together.  Supper consisted of left over mac and cheese and sweet and sour chicken.  Not abuse, but not something recommended on the food pyramid either.  There is some sort of a cryptic note from my 5-year-old to his “daaD”.  I think this was either the confession or the apology letter. 

As I was driving the bulldozer through my living room mess I realized how tough it can be to balance college with everything else.  I am not even working now.  I can barely keep up without a job.  I think that today is evidence that I am not doing such a great job at “keeping up”. 

I am not discouraged yet.  All things considered, the day was still pretty great. 

And while today was my ideal dream day, I don’t think my husband can say the same.


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