ONE HUNDRED FORTY TWO…suds and duds

Luckily, we are entering one of the hottest months in the state of Florida.

My instincts tell me to hibernate. Turn down that air conditioner to a frigid 68 degrees and put some sweat pants and a sweatshirt on, build a couch fort, cook up some Kettle corn , pour myself a tall glass of ice-cold orange juice and watch Jason Bateman movies all day long.

 

And then I remember I have 3 small children.

Unfortunately, no Jason Bateman movies for me on this scorching hot Sunday.

Instead I fulfilled a life-long dream of spending my whole Sunday doing laundry…

 

And then I remember I have 3 small children.

Unfortunately, no Jason Bateman movies for me on this scorching hot Sunday.

Instead I fulfilled a life-long dream of spending my whole Sunday doing laundry…

Lucky me.
6 loads of laundry, $40.00 gone and 2.5 hours later, I packed one crying, kicking, screaming 4-year-old, a teary eyed 5-year-old and a grouchy 8-year-old in the car. Along with my extremely heavy, just-pulled-out-of-the-dryer 6 loads of laundry. It’s too hot outside for me to deal with the usual day-to-day tomfoolery.

And it’s Sunday people.

On top of everything Cecilia woke up at 3 a.m. full of life. Which is most likely why she had a break down at high-noon in the laundromat, in front of a room full of strangers. Phoebe did not want me to wash her purple blanket and cried the entire time. Abby kept asking for quarters so she could play the broken Pac-Man arcade game.

My parenting muscles were stretched to the limit today. As always I managed to stay calm, extremely sweaty, but still…calm. I got everyone in the car and home safely and then escaped to my private sanctuary…the bathroom.

So all in all, it was a day like any other.