This post isn’t about laundry, actually. But it’s going to start there.

My (older) children are now so convinced that I am the all-seeing, all-knowing mother deity I claim to be that if the wrong clothes are sorted into their drawers, they will insist on wearing them anyway, because IT WAS IN MY DRAWER SO THEREFORE IT MUST BE MINE. And their dear mother, the laundry sorter, does not make mistakes. Ha. Ha ha ha.

Laundry goes like this around here: the husband collects it all, dumps it in the dining room, mostly under the baby’s high chair, basically to drive me insane. He sorts it. Sort of correctly. Since he’s colour blind. He washes it in his particular way since the machines are seen as gadgets and apparently I’m large appliance illiterate. (Whatever. I’m the only one who knows how to work the remote and the computer, though.) He completes the cycles, quickly pulling his work shirts out to dry so he never needs to iron them. Which is good because I turn on an iron once a year. If you iron your husband’s shirts, I commend you for being way nicer and considerate than me. And the rest of the laundry gets dumped in a giant mountain on the spare bed. For me to tackle. And sometimes get wrong, because those two oldest children are almost wearing the same size, and the middle one has so many hand-me-downs.

The laundry is currently in a giant Everest-like mountain on that bed, after a weekend of about eight loads washed. And so I feel suicidal when I look at it, all unscalable as it is, and so I decide to turn on the laptop and possibly write instead.

Except I have a list of about twelve posts in my draft folder right now that need to be written. Posts reviewing a new tablet and new shoes. Regular brand campaign posts. Posts about some cool events I recently got to go to. These are all good things. But I feel a deadline looming over my head. I’m going back to full-time outside-the-home work in four weeks. FOUR. And I need to be focused back on work when I go. And scale back the attention I’ve been paying to this blog and to other social media.

I’m so thankful for this space of mine, and the opportunities that is has recently enabled me. I am still planning on blogging when I return to work, as I always was. Hopefully with some continued regularity, when the quiet of the kids going to bed makes some thinking space available.  I’m glad it will be here when I need to write, for as long as I want it to be. What a privilege it all is.

Except that laundry over there that needs putting away. Damn that laundry mountain.

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