Alex has been writing again. Insane, I tell you. I probably enjoy his journal most of all. If only he updated more regularly. Waaaah.
It's the weekend again. This means that I am catching all the rest I don't get during the week, and yet again postponing chores that can only get done during the weekend, like Laundry Night.
I hate Laundry Night. I hated it already, even back when I still had my own equipment, but it sucks ass even worse when I have to put actual currency into the machines along with all these potions, powders and sheets. I wait and wait until I have six loads or more, and then it takes ten or fifteen bucks to do the laundry. And of course, by the time you have all that laundry, it can't be all done on a weeknight. Now, you can do triage and sort through all that smelly stuff to wash the most important bits on a Wednesday evening, or you can just hold out for the weekend and do it all at once.
So now not only do you have the expensive job of feeding the machines, but you have the agony of back strain (I need a wheeled cart), plus this big blotted out bit of your calendar when you can't do much else.
I'm just not motivated for that. It winds up postponed further until late Sunday afternoon, and then it's a scramble to have it all done before the laundry room closes (No Exceptions! the finger pointing sign says) promptly at nine PM.
Another significant feature of the weekend is that my children are running screaming through the house, butt naked and wildly chasing each other, completely trashing the place. Garbage, toys, and dirty clothes all over the place. Sigh.
