Just telling it like it is, one tribulation at a time.
Some people go to church on Sundays...
....this heifer does laundry. Loads and loads and loads of stanky laundry. I'm still not sure how two children accumulate so many dirty clothes in one week; but it seems to be a never ending menance. I'm trying to decide now whether I loathe doing laundry or cleaning floors more. Or cooking. Or dusting. The older I get, the more I realize that I'm just not cut out for this "susie homemaker" crap. It's just too much responsibility for a free spirit like me who would rather be sipping on an adult beverage under an umbrella on beach in the Carribean somewhere.... with a hunky pool boy carrying a plate of fruit and a fan made from palm fronds. A girl can dream, can't she?!
Anyway, as the raunchy stench of reality drifts into the room, I am reminded that another load of laundry is ready for the washing machine. And, while I'm washing clothes, I think I'll go and do some internet surfing. I wonder if craigslist has postings for hunky pool boy services!