SOL 24: laundry

G wet through his overnight diaper. Again. I strip the bed and gather all the laundry from his room. I walk to McK’s room and grab hers along with all visible yellows. Those things need to be cleaned. It all gets tossed into our giant front loader washing machine. It’s 9:30 AM.

I hear the musical notification to let me know that the load has finished and toss it into the dryer. A takes the kids on a walk to the park and I run to the grocery store for my weekly shop. When I open the door from the garage, I can see that A has started the laundry from our hamper. The kids’ laundry remains in the dryer. It’s noon.

I pull a clean yellow from the dryer for McK and the kids go down for a nap. A and I snack on some cheese and crackers and we each work on finishing up a few small tasks. I settle in to watch a show before we leave for dinner with Great Grandpa. The laundry continues to sit. It’s 4:00.

We get back from dinner and the nightly bustle begins. The kids run around with their second winds. We try to organize for the week and so I make the laundry switch. G is off to bed and McK starts her bedtime routine. The kids clothes go into their laundry hamper and our first load finally makes its way to the dryer. I toss the rest of our laundry into the washer and leave everything to sit in the laundry room. It’s 8 PM.

I finally sit down to start the big fold. I drag the fox embroidered hamper to the living room and fold all their tiny clothes. I shout to Aaron to grab our clothes from the dryer and make the last switch of the night. He announces that I never actually started the washing machine an hour ago. Of course I didn’t. I fold everything I can and wait for the never ending cycle to end. It’s 9:45.

I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge


SOL 21: spring break eve

It’s the end of the day. One child is in bed and the other is stalling with requests for the bathroom, her song, and just one more hug. I am emotionally exhausted. This last push before spring break has taken its toll on me. My house looks like a tornado went through it. G-man has discovered the joys of the Tupperware drawer and McK has every doll she’s ever played with on the floor.

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SOL 17: Irish Eyes

Back in my younger days, I spent Parade Day…yes, capitalized like a holiday…running around the Southside wearing my Irish sweater and probably some sort of shamrock beads. I would be with a group of friends drinking…and throwing up…green beer. Using disgusting port-o-potties was a luxury because you usually copped-a-squat wherever you could. Meandering up and down Western Ave was a right of passage.

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SOL 15: so I had a day

Did you ever just have a day? When everything that could test your limits just blew right past them?

That was today.

Little man has been waking up at 4:00 AM all week. My alarm goes off at 5:15 so I’m pretty much running on empty by the time I wander into the house at 9:00 PM or so. Classes have been extra stressful the last couple of weeks and I need to pass another certification test next month on top of it.

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