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valkryorIt's March Break, which means I don't have to get up with an alarm and get the kid off to school for a week. It also means that I don't get any alone time, but that's the trade off. It's also good that the kids are not in classes after the clocks go forward, because that shit messes you up and we should just knock it off already.
Anyway, before I start ranting about the uselessness of DST and how friggen tired I am, something new bee has just landed in my bonnet and it's a stinger.
Yesterday, the spouse and I went to the laundromat to do what would have been seven loads of laundry here. A load or three? I would have sucked it up. But that? That's too much. We stopped at an ATM so I could get cashy-money to put in the machine for tokens and it was, overall, a smooth operation. Laundry got done in a timely manner, and the beds got made with clean linens and blankets. I only have the kid's laundry to fold and put away, because I didn't have the spoons last night.
This morning, I was reading, finishing up a romance that I'm enjoying and annoyed at at the same time (a rant for another time), when I heard a cat yarking somewhere. I thought, "I'll deal with that once I get to the next chapter." When I went to go look, the bathroom was clear, Declan's room, too. Our room? Nothing on the floor. But on the bed...
SOME FLUFFY TERRORIST PUKED ON THE BED I WASHED YESTERDAY.
Luckily, it was only the quilt I'm using as an winter blanket/bedspread. But it's still MORE FUCKING LAUNDRY that I have to do. UGH.
Anyway, before I start ranting about the uselessness of DST and how friggen tired I am, something new bee has just landed in my bonnet and it's a stinger.
Yesterday, the spouse and I went to the laundromat to do what would have been seven loads of laundry here. A load or three? I would have sucked it up. But that? That's too much. We stopped at an ATM so I could get cashy-money to put in the machine for tokens and it was, overall, a smooth operation. Laundry got done in a timely manner, and the beds got made with clean linens and blankets. I only have the kid's laundry to fold and put away, because I didn't have the spoons last night.
This morning, I was reading, finishing up a romance that I'm enjoying and annoyed at at the same time (a rant for another time), when I heard a cat yarking somewhere. I thought, "I'll deal with that once I get to the next chapter." When I went to go look, the bathroom was clear, Declan's room, too. Our room? Nothing on the floor. But on the bed...
SOME FLUFFY TERRORIST PUKED ON THE BED I WASHED YESTERDAY.
Luckily, it was only the quilt I'm using as an winter blanket/bedspread. But it's still MORE FUCKING LAUNDRY that I have to do. UGH.
