Just a quick post to anyone else feeling a bit overwhelmed by the ordinary on this Friday. I hope this post makes you feel a little bit better.
This week I played nurse to a really sick kid, spent most of my time sanitizing and killing germs, flashing FedEx delivery men (okay, that was just one day), trying to get my “normal” stuff done, laundry, laundry and then more laundry. I hate the fucking laundry (sorry if that offends you, but wait until you see what’s next).
The fun part about stomach viruses, aside from scrubbing puke from rugs, is all the laundry you get to do. They puke on themselves, their toys, their bedding, towels, whatever. So all in all this week, I’m going to guess I did 14 loads of laundry since Sunday. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have the kind of time that allows me to properly fit in an extra 8-10 loads of laundry in one week, and this is the result:
There you have it, folks. This is an aerial view I took while standing on my bed of approximately 8 loads of clean, yet unfolded laundry that has been accumulating in four baskets smack dab in the middle of my bedroom. This growing pile of laundry is causing a significant increase in stress (I told you I like to project my real stress on ordinary stuff like laundry), and yet somehow it seems to continue to get larger not smaller. I’ve been way to busy disinfecting until today to care enough to do anything about this. And since I’ve already said it once, here it comes again: I’m instituting “Fuck it Friday,” and instead of folding and putting away this multiplying mountain of clothing, I’m going to drink a bottle glass bottle couple glasses of wine and watch “Inception” on Demand tonight.
So whatever it is that’s bothering you on this Friday, I hope you’ll join me and blow it off until tomorrow.
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