Yes, it was a super-sexy Sunday here at chez M-G. And six is the exact number of loads of washing I did.
Pause for you to orgasm at the sexiness that is my life.
I do not love the domestic. The thing about washing clothes is that fuckers keep wearing them (this fucker included) and there just ain't no reaching the summit of a washing mountain. I want to plant a flag in washing once and for all but alas, I add this to a long list of unfulfilled dreams including eating my weight in chocolate mousse and watching Season 5 of Dexter in one marathon sitting (preferably at the same time).
I am feeling pretty awesome about the washing I did today though. I executed the task with unusual dedication, bringing each load from dirty right through to folded and put away. You need to appreciate the magnitude of this. I am a serial 'throw a load on, forget about it and return three days later to clothes that smell like Satan's anus' kind of clothes washer. In this house, clothes stay on the clothes-horse for seven weeks or hang around in baskets for so long that I forget whether they're clean or dirty.
Today was all about washing. Which sounds like the worst kind of day, I know. But there's a strange satisfaction in knowing that my family has freshly laundered clothes ready to go for the week ahead instead of wet anus clothes. For once, I won't be mocked by baskets of clean, dry clothes marched purposefully to somewhere other than the laundry under the guise of being put away and then promptly forgotten when something urgent like checking Facebook calls me away.
Today, I was a washing Jedi. Now if we can all commit to a week of largely nude living, I may be able to live out the glory a little longer.
So it's been a sexy day around here. And I have big plans for more sexiness in the week ahead.
Tomorrow, B heads off for a busy week of study and I am anticipating this Little Mumma will be time poor in the extreme. Forgive me if I'm not as chatty as usual.
The Little Mumma loves you!
Brilliant, you’ve made my night with this one Little Mumma!! Just been up for almost 3hrs with a teething 1 year old and thought I’d check my email for an email/FB nightcap. I love that someone else has smelly anus laundry, what a perfect description! I’m off to sleep now 🙂
That nude living wouldn’t prevent my kids from somehow dragging their clean clothes through the mud. They’re professional dirt catchers.
Satan’s anus – AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Fuck, some of the coffee i was drinking, came awfully close to coming out of my nose just then!
Bravo honey. Awsome effort! As it stands i have two loads of washing to wash, and two clean loads still waiting to be put away. Sunday’s Sexy Six sounds like something i need to be a part of…
Even typing the word ‘anus’ makes me shudder – as I know it does you, Shoogs. But Satan’s Anus has quite a ring to it – no pun intended.
Yesterday was an awesome washing day. It’s good to be grateful for the little things. The reeeally little things.
It’s a skill my sons have mastered also.
It’s a bit fresh today so the nude thing isn’t going so well.
Oh dear. Teething is the worst, Sophie! I hope you got a decent rest in the end and your little one is feeling better.
Anus washing is just the very worst kind.
Hahahahaha. I need to read more clearly. What I read was Santa’s anus (just as funny)…I imagine that his would get quite smelly too after a hard nite delivering pressies round the world. Good on you for climbing the washing Everest though 🙂
Santa’s anus would be totally rancid – but not as evil….
It felt good to conquer Everest – just briefly.
Yay for you! I’m terrible with nearly all things of a domestic nature, but for some reason, I’m okay with getting laundry done and sorted fairly quickly. As long as it’s machine-washable, though. Anything requiring handwashing will build up into dusty, long-forgotten piles. Likewise with ironing. I don’t iron. Don’t even own an iron these days…
Yes, you are the washing guru, I seem to recall.
Iron? Couldn’t pick one out of a police line-up. For reals.