Day 04 - A picture of your day.
This one is best served in Photo essay form, i think.
I feel like i spend my entire day either filling this or unloading it. Like, I think i am going to give it a name because sometimes i think i spend more time with her than my family.
So, I do a load of laundry daily--to keep it at a dull roar. I have no problem, loading the washer or dryer, sorting every monday, and picking up all clothes scattered about the house. What i do have a problem with is folding. I hate folding. I have no psychological reasoning for it--but it embodies the drudgery of housework for me, and i will find every excuse to avoid it. and then i end up with this--baskets of clean clothes just sitting about. making me crazy. waiting for the laundry fairies to take pity on me. THey never do. ungrateful bastards.
Autism + Potty Training = alcoholism.
But at the end of the day, or at least during naptime, this is the view out my livingroom. Even on a hazy day like the day i took this pic, it's a gorgeous view, and i get to feel like a pampered movie star for a good minute or so. Until the dishwasher stops.