An amazing thing happened today. . .

Today was Open House at school. I hate the day of Open House. I don’t mind Open House once it starts, but I hate knowing its coming. I just dread the LONG day. I also worry about talking to parents. I know, it sounds stupid – I talk to people all day. But, when it comes to parents, I always worry. It always turns out OK, but I always worry. Today, I was extra stressed, because I’m off my laundry schedule. I share a dryer with my sister, and my washer is downstairs in the garage. I KNOW this sounds like a stupid thing, but when it’s raining, (which it has been after school for a few days) I HATE going downstairs, in the rain to the washing machine. I usually do my laundry on Mondays, because my sister is organized enough to do hers on the weekend. So, for years, I’ve been a Monday laundry person. Last week was Labor Day, and we were at the beach, so no laundry. The week before, I had the flu – not the swine flu – but a cold, icky flu-type sickness. I so did not feel like traipsing up and down the stairs doing laundry. As you can probably imagine, I’ve been way behind on laundry. This morning, I left three loads of laundry in baskets just waiting. I came home to this: one laundry basket of FOLDED clothes and a STACK of clean clothes on hangers. I guess there is a laundry fairy after all!!! I think it’s pitiful that I’m paying someone to do my laundry, when for 2 ½ years while I worked full time and worked on my Master’s degree, I could get it done. Now, I’m just working, (which I don’t feel like I’m doing very well) and I can’t keep up. What’s wrong with me?? Ok, I admit, I’m off topic, but I just had to share the laundry miracle that happened at my house today!
Below are pictures - my empty laundry baskets and one full of folded clothes, and then the stacks of nice clean clothes on HANGERS!

 

 

 

 

No self-control. . .

I really wanted a pedicure. I've been pondering it for a few days. But, I had to make a Wal-Mart trip. I needed a few things and ended up at Wal-Mart. So, having no self-control, I stood in the book aisle pondering and I did it. I bought the book I lost. I decided to forgo the pedicure and bought the Nora Roberts book instead. If you read my last blog post, you know I was frustrated beyond belief, because I bought this book in July and was ready to read it again, but couldn't find it. I bought it again. No self-control. . .