My version of ” the beatings will continue until morale improves”: I will continue to police this house every morning until you learn to pick up after yourselves.
In related news, I have folded one load of laundry and have another in the dryer and a third in the washer. This completes the backed up laundry in the laundry area and I can start on the pile in my bathroom, which is great because I need underwear.
I have moved the washing machine back into its proper position. I think it needs a name. What do you call a lazy ho who only works when she wants to? Waaaaaaait, wrong sex. The washing machine is now known as Husband.
And I vacuumed. Not bad for a gal who only got three hours of sleep last night.
There are no pics again today, because I still don’t know where I am at in either meme. Ha, way to lose track of the days, right?
I strung my Japa Mala last night, except for the large bead. I couldn’t get both string ends through the hole in that, so I need to think on what to do there. But while I was stringing, I was counting people I am grateful for or to. It took a while, because I was tying knots between each bead, but it was rather easy to come up with 108, starting with the people I love and branching out to the people they love. I didn’t even chase all the rabbit trails. The interesting thing to me was that as I counted my children, I was forced to realize I am grateful for their fathers as well. It was an exercise in humility as well as gratitude. Everyone who comes into your life (beyond the significance of a grocery store clerk) impacts it in some way, no? Even, or maybe especially, the ones it would be more emotionally convenient to forget. Convenience often hides a world of laziness and ingratitude.
Okay, I am through pontificating for the day. I got stuff to do, including visiting some sort of retail establishment. We seem to be out of dishwasher detergent and almost out of laundry soap.