We are in recovery mode from two weeks of traveling which
means piles of laundry, empty fridge, bags under our eyes, and down trodden hearts that time with all my family is over: -LRB-
Not exact matches
I
mean, it wasn't like the housework was hiding; a few
piles of laundry sat plainly on our bedroom floor, splashes
of water and who - knows - what sat dried on our bathroom mirrors, and the dust on our wooden floors was too thick to ignore.
But I can live with our dirty floors, unmowed lawn and
piles of laundry if it
means having the opportunity to make a mark in the world through entrepreneurship.
That
means sweeping up tumbleweeds
of cat hair, stashing toddler toys in the toy box and in baskets all over the house, eventually getting the dishes put away, and always dealing with what seems like a never - ending
pile of laundry.
If I'm going to have to soldier through folding multiple
piles of laundry, I'm at least going to get a good buzz to numb the annoyance in the
mean time.
From days spent at the pool, to camping, hiking, and hitting the beach, summertime also
means plenty
of extra
laundry piling up.
piles of laundry means we're blessed with plenty
of clothes to wear 3.