When it comes to the kitchen, it’s not that bad. It’s kind of nice not having to cook. For dinner we just order carryout or have a pop tart tapas bar. But the laundry? It’s just killing me. No washer or dryer for
eleven days. To a mom, that’s hitting below the belt. How am I supposed to function?
Let me put it into perspective: Have you ever had your cell phone taken away for eleven days? Well, it’s nothing like that. It’s much worse. It’s like living in a perpetual snow storm without a shovel. All you can do is watch helplessly as the snow comes down, snowing you in. Except that laundry doesn’t
melt. It just starts to smell funky.
Doing laundry is a task that has no end, like constant homework without a summer break. Only homework makes you smarter. Laundry turns your mind to mush. Maybe that’s why I’m so weird.
Okay, I'll stop complaining. I’ve got other work to do. Instead of ending with a witty comment, I'll just show you a goofy commercial with Chinese stereotypes that everyone remembers from the Seventies. Just say 'ancient Chinese secret' and I'm sure your folks will groan!