How my bra manages to find itself all over the house, I don’t know. Probably because I am so sick of wearing it, I just fling it off as soon as the kids go to bed. Not in s sexy way. This morning, I finally found it hanging off the oven handle, like some limp, dead mink
Enough posts about “Mummy Money”. I’m tired of the charade. Last week, I made exactly ONE cent through Google Adsense, via a click from some generous person in Finland. Here is a true Mummy post, about what is actually happening in my life. One word: laundry.
I cannot believe the volume of dirty laundry that I have all over my house. It’s unreal. I must have about 20 loads of it to do.
About 6 loads are sheets, and duvet covers and mattress protectors. Why so much? Well, our 5 year old still has accidents, and she’s too big for pull-ups. It’s that transitional phase where you are supposed to sort of grin and bear wet sheets one or two times a week. Let me tell you, that adds up. AND- hubby has been sick all week, sweating all over our bedsheets, and the guest room bedsheets, and the extra blankets we have in the living room. Jeez, you sick, sweaty man-flu victim, why can’t you convalesce in one location???
The receiving blankets, facecloths and baby clothes make up about another 6 loads, and the rest is ours.
It takes me about 2 hours to find my bra in the morning. I actually have three nursing bras, but two are so deep in the pile of laundry in our bedroom, I wonder if I will ever see them again. And so, my faithful “every day” nursing bra gets worn… every day, until I get this laundry done. How my bra manages to find itself all over the house, I don’t know. Probably because I am so sick of wearing it, I just fling it off as soon as the kids go to bed. Not in s sexy way. This morning, I finally found it hanging off the oven handle, like some limp, dead mink. (No, I do not have a fur bra, it’s just the only animal I could think of that is remotely bra-shaped). I think my daughter may have used it to dry her hands after breakfast.
OK. That’s a lie. She actually went to McDonald’s for breakfast because we have no food in the house.
I am SO not coping today. Please send messages of encouragement!
And look- what am I doing while the baby naps? Making a dent in that Laundry? No. I am blogging again. I must be totally mad.
Can I say this again? Encouragement and advice welcome today!!
East Coast Mum.