Seventeen Loads

Seventeen loads of laundry. Done. By 6 p.m., it was done. I had the laundromat at my disposal and took advantage of all of the empty washers and the big fat dryers. $25.00 in quarters later, I had a van full of clean laundry.

What it took to GET this done, was a shrieking match with the kids. Had to have a heart to heart with them teling them that the disrespect has to stop. I stormed off with dirty laundry in tow, determined not to return until every stitch of laundry was done. I left them with a list of duties to complete and threatened them within an inch of their life.

The jig is up. I can't be nice to everyone anymore. It doesn't work. I feel as though I am being pushed into flexing my muscles. I don't wanna do it, but, I have to. I gotta be tough and I don't want to be tough.

But, we got everything done. In one afternoon. All of it.