I just solved, like 96% of my family’s problems

Please admire the front 2 baskets.  They are now dedicated to clean socks and underwear.

You’re welcome.

That which does not kill me makes me stronger

Domestic Damage Control

Uh oh. OK – Sometimes the laundry thing is funny. I can joke about the washed and unwashed piles…Well, lately more like rapids. The flow starts upstairs, then streams down onto the landing, where it eddies for a while, then makes its way to the cavern below to be washed.

But, it’s not funny when my poor husband has a screening of his new film Lemonade in Times Square tonight. I came up the stairs and I knew right away. Laundry stress. It’s all suds and games until someone needs to be a professional and meet and greet. Missing underwear and wrinkled shirts are no laughing matter.

Truth is – I actually double fumbled this one. Because I also needed to drop off some dry cleaning for him and I gleefully told them the pick-up was for Saturday, “Okie doke then, thanks bye!” But, my husband was leaving today(Friday morning), I’m so gonna get fired.

God Bless Blue Bell Cleaners. When I called yesterday and said I screwed up, they went through all their bags and found my husband’s shirts. Not only do they do great dry cleaning and laundering – they also save marriages. And, I also know for a fact that the owner can slam one right over a 2nd baseman’s glove into right field. Go purple!!

So, thank you to all of you who help me keep it together. I am a forever in your debt…Now, I should probably stop typing about laundry…and actually go do laundry. To quote Harry Hamlin as Perseus in Clash of the Titans….”It’s time for ACTION! Not words.” (close with dramatic hand gesture)

Th*#k you, I know I do laundry and menstruate

I was just on Facebook, and the ads on the side bar are bugging me lately…”42 year old women qualify today for discounted boots!” What? Why? I know how old I am, stop making me remember it.

Which reminds me, on the nights that I decide to watch network television, I get monumentally annoyed with the ads. Especially when I am watching a show that I fit demographically. It really is exhausting. All of the ads to cover my gray, diaper my kids, stop the leakage, prevent pregnancy, and fill in my wrinkles…Oh and Andie MacDowell does not look like that…I know what they do in edit suits.

I’m off topic…my point is, I do not like being so strategically marketed to. Maybe it’s because I married into advertising and my standards are higher, or maybe I just like to complain. But, what bugs me the most is how patronizing it all is. I do not smile with pride as I unload the dishwasher. I do not sniff my dry laundry like Tony Montana. I do dance and dust…

I would like something more complex from advertisers, more abstract, challenge me. Don’t hit me over the head with a can of Pledge. For Christ’s sake, I know Pledge is for dusting. What I am trying to express, is that I like knowing I’m typical just about as much as I like knowing I’m over 40 and my bikini line has crossed the borders.

But ya know, it’s no better for dudes. Especially if you’ve seen the ads they play during golf and 60 Minutes…I’ll take Dove Chocolates over Flomax any day.

Hiking Mt. Laundry

Even if I wear the same outfit for 6 days in a row…the hills are no smaller.