Okay, so I'm feeling "less than" organized and tidy since the hubby has been gone. Look at this lady, who does she think she is? Cleaning in heels? Pssh, she may have killer glutes and calves but a clean house?...no
This is like a fraction of the ongoing, never ending monster that is, laundry. Perhaps if I had a washer/dryer like the ones pictured I'd be more apt to continue this mundane, soul-sucking cycle.
I'm thinking of enlisting the help of these fine ladies that seem to enjoy such activities, or maybe they have no souls...
Cuz I'm tired of feeling and looking like this. I need to get on top of things, but how do you do that when the laundry keeps coming back, like a cockroach, or a zit, or Freddy Crougar. If you don't hear from me for a few days you may need to send in the Rescue Squad (preferably muscular, scantily clad men) to come find me underneath this heaping pile of..."stuff"