Marguerite
Active Member
G'day people.
OK, how did Phil go yesterday? Or wouldn't he come out of his burrow?
We had a drizzly day today. I am amazed at how damp the day can be, and yet so little of it ends up in the rain gauge.
We didn't get the swim we planned. It was just too unpleasant with the rain on and off, you can't enjoy a good swim when your towel is getting rained on and the top layer of damp sand follows you home.
So I did some washing. It was urgent - last night, just before bed, difficult child 1 walked past and I smelt him. "I don't care what you say - that shirt goes in the wash NOW!"
"But I need it for work on Monday!" he whined.
I promised him he'd have it by Monday as long as I got it immediately. He then produced his track pants, his underwear (who knows when, or if, it has been last washed) and I threw in my beach caftan, a smelly shirt of my own and difficult child 3's warmer pyjamas (definitely not needed for a few more months). I hit the 'start' button and went to bed.
This morning husband checked the washing machine - difficult child 1's smelly shirt had stunk out the whole load, so he hung the offending shirt on the line (in the rain) and washed it all again - with nappy wash, detergent and fabric softener.
I grabbed difficult child 1's shirt and gave it the right royal no-holds-barred anti-smell treatment and sat plunging it over and over again in a bucket of rainwater, vinegar and nappy soak. It took three rinses to see the bottom of the bucket, by which time the rest of the load was done so I headed off to my friend's place to use her drier.
Meanwhile I text-messaged difficult child 1, at church (near the mall). "I have just washed your shirt. Again. By hand. Do not come home unless you have bought yourself another four shirts to wear to work."
He hasn't come home.
I didn't think I was THAT scary! (seriously - he just rang, he is watching a movie marathon, forgot the time)
Tomorrow I have to see Specialist No 1 (kidney). The day after, it's Specialist No 2 (liver). Somewhere in there, I have to supervise difficult child 3's schoolwork. Oh, joy. And there are showers forecast for the next week, which means - unpredictable.
And it seems I'm going to have to buy more shirts for difficult child 1.
Enjoy your Sunday, everyone.
Marg
OK, how did Phil go yesterday? Or wouldn't he come out of his burrow?
We had a drizzly day today. I am amazed at how damp the day can be, and yet so little of it ends up in the rain gauge.
We didn't get the swim we planned. It was just too unpleasant with the rain on and off, you can't enjoy a good swim when your towel is getting rained on and the top layer of damp sand follows you home.
So I did some washing. It was urgent - last night, just before bed, difficult child 1 walked past and I smelt him. "I don't care what you say - that shirt goes in the wash NOW!"
"But I need it for work on Monday!" he whined.
I promised him he'd have it by Monday as long as I got it immediately. He then produced his track pants, his underwear (who knows when, or if, it has been last washed) and I threw in my beach caftan, a smelly shirt of my own and difficult child 3's warmer pyjamas (definitely not needed for a few more months). I hit the 'start' button and went to bed.
This morning husband checked the washing machine - difficult child 1's smelly shirt had stunk out the whole load, so he hung the offending shirt on the line (in the rain) and washed it all again - with nappy wash, detergent and fabric softener.
I grabbed difficult child 1's shirt and gave it the right royal no-holds-barred anti-smell treatment and sat plunging it over and over again in a bucket of rainwater, vinegar and nappy soak. It took three rinses to see the bottom of the bucket, by which time the rest of the load was done so I headed off to my friend's place to use her drier.
Meanwhile I text-messaged difficult child 1, at church (near the mall). "I have just washed your shirt. Again. By hand. Do not come home unless you have bought yourself another four shirts to wear to work."
He hasn't come home.
I didn't think I was THAT scary! (seriously - he just rang, he is watching a movie marathon, forgot the time)
Tomorrow I have to see Specialist No 1 (kidney). The day after, it's Specialist No 2 (liver). Somewhere in there, I have to supervise difficult child 3's schoolwork. Oh, joy. And there are showers forecast for the next week, which means - unpredictable.
And it seems I'm going to have to buy more shirts for difficult child 1.
Enjoy your Sunday, everyone.
Marg