Whether you know it or not, I am not a big fan of laundry. It’s not exactly mining or sewer cleaning, but I just don’t like it. These days, though, have been particularly brutal.
Yes, Natalie still has pink eye, so the attempts to limit the spread of the contagion is in full force. Hand washing, child separation, touch limitations, as sanitation is a top priority in the Sweeney home these days.
As a very unfortunate result of said contagion, I am doing laundry like a mad man. I mean, it’s gotten to be it’s own pandemic disease circulating through my home. It’s almost as insane as a Justin Bieber autograph event.
I’m doing laundry all the time. Natalie and Liam play in Liam’s bed when we’re not looking…in the wash it goes. Sheets, comforters, stuffed animals, pillow pets, hand towels, bath towels, clothes. It never ends. You just don’t know how many pieces of cloth one touches on a daily basis. The machines are out of breath and asking to take a nap.
I think I’m dehydrated. Perhaps I feel faint. I definitely need a beer.
I’m like a machine, though. Cranking through it as the day progresses in the hopes of this being a one and done event. Sure, it’s likely to spread since that’s the nature of the beast, but I will power on as best and long as I can. I will drink Gatorade, do push ups and take 3 minute cat naps to help me reach peak, laundry washing performance. I will overcome this and be victorious, darn it.
Pray for me. Every little bit helps.
