I have a laundry closet. And while I appreciate, that I don't have to go outside to to reach the laundry room or that the washing machine doesn't live in the kitchen, I think a closet is better suited for a couple vs. a family. Or we could just be honest - I've let the laundry get away from me. And there seem to be piles everywhere. Piles of kids clothes, school uniforms, towels - you get the picture.
I also have a black cloud of doom that seems to be following my around lately. Depression hurts. Yeah. Hurts your chances of getting a clean washcloth when you need one.
So this morning, after stepping over what I think was once two separate piles of laundry -whites and dark.I tell Erik that the laundry is really bummin' me out. Yep. Bummin' is part of my vocabulary.
You hear that Universe? I already talk like I live in California. BTW,Universe, how's that job offer in Malibu coming? Don't forget, we like Venice too.
So. Lamenting to the husband about the laundry, I add quickly and quietly that I keep finding white towels with little yellow stains. Thus the bummin'.
I always think the lil feller is house broken and then the second I get all confident. Leg up.
Erik heard me and quickly responded. That yeah there were yellow spots on the white towels. But the one right next to my leg, that yellow spot - that spot was orange juice.
And then the clouds lifted. And there was a spring in my step. A smile on my face. Who-hoo that isn't dog pee it's just a breakfast spill.