Introducing Cindy Brown - My First Guest Post!
Hi there, one of the best things about blogging has been the opportunity to meet so many of my fellow bloggers. Today I am pleased to present my first guest post, presented by my friend, fellow blogger, and brilliant writer Cindy Borwn - who has a wickedly funny blog called Everyday Underwear. Cindy's blog was recently syndicated by Blog Her!
Cindy Brown is a middle-aged (if she lives to be 84) midwestern mom of two girls and a wife to a wonderful husband. She has many animals, including her beloved Great Pyrenees dogs and (tolerates) her kids' mini-weenie and her husband's bees. Cindy started her freelance writing career last year and began her humor blog http://www.EverydayUnderwear.com/ in November of last year. Follow Cindy on Twitter at http://www.Twitter.com/hiyacynthia or enjoy her Facebook Page at http://www.Facebook.com/EverydayUnderwear. Cindy's goal is to pass out funny bones to all of the needy and humor impaired inhabitants of earth (and other planets when the World Wide Web becomes the Interplanetary Web).
Messing with my Laundry is Grounds for Justifiable Homicide
I may not be the best housekeeper, have a Mother of the Year award on my mantel, or do Betty Crocker any justice whatsoever, but there are certain things you don’t mess with in my house.
Laundry is the number one thing I wish to murder my children over. I’m not kidding. Okay, maybe I am, but I have honestly gotten so mad at them over messing with my laundry that I’ve wondered how bad a prison sentence could really be.
They must not realize how hard I labor over laundry. It’s a huge challenge to get the laundry to the laundry room in the first place. They reside upstairs. I don’t like to go up there unless there’s a very good reason, like uncontrollable crying and/or screaming or perhaps an unusually loud and inexplicable thud. It’s scary and disappointing up there. There is immaturity beyond comprehension and mess beyond understanding up there. There are monsters up there.
Someday, my children will grow up and move out. THEN, I might go upstairs. But until that time comes, I rely on them to bring the laundry down to me, with occasional spot-checking for moldy towels or to help pull items from the depths of their closet that they’re sure are lost and gone forever. They are usually wrong and I’m happy to prove it.
One of my laundry frustrations is when I ask them fifty times to bring the dirty laundry down and they say, “okay” a thousand times and throw a few items down the stairs and make me think it’s all down here. I do all the laundry and feel very proud of myself and then WHAM! They bring down the mother lode and I have to start all over again. “Where did that come from?” They don’t know. They never know. Grrrr!
1) Get it downstairs (and from every other conceivable corner in the house)
5) Sort again/lay in very neat piles
6) Deliver to designated areas
7) Put away
8) Start over
9) Do it again
10) Repeat ad nauseam
11) Kill anyone who makes process harder
After the step one frustration, my children make this process harder before step three and after steps five and six. Before step three (wash), they enter the laundry room and ransack the baskets looking for an article of clothing to wear, even if it’s dirty and stinky. They rarely find the article of clothing they’re searching for, leave the contents of the basket all over the floor – sometimes multiple baskets’ contents are left on the floor -- and I have to do a complete re-sort. I want to kill them.
After step five, they will come down and ransack the clean piles of sorted laundry in search of an article of clothing to wear, leave the entire pile right there where they found it instead of taking it upstairs to put it away, and they leave the pile in horrible disarray, thus wrinkling and upsetting my very neatly made stacks. I am past wanting to murder them at that point. By then, I am thinking, “How can I conceal the dismembered bodies and where will I say they have gone?”
After step six (deliver to designated areas), they will fail to do as they are told, “Stop what you’re doing right now and put these away,” and they will leave some or all of the clothes on their bed, where they get slept on, knocked off, and re-deposited into the dirty laundry. Clean, wrinkled, and smelly from hanging out with actual dirty laundry. So, I have to wash it again.
How many years do they give for manslaughter?
LOL! Laundry, my arch nemesis! I keep telling myself it's job security, but it's really more of a life sentence. *sigh*ReplyDelete
Thanks for the laugh! It's always good to know others feel your laundry-induced pain!
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I had to limit myself - I could really go on and on about this issue in even further detail and bore the crap out of everyone. We didn't even get into some of the REAL dirty laundry, LOL!Delete
Got here via Chris Dean's tweet. Laundry. Ugh. Some days now I just surrender and witness its rising tide. (Tide was an unintentional pun ... I use Arm and Hammer.)ReplyDelete
LOL! Good unintentional pun, Terri! Thanks for stopping in for a read ;0)Delete
Great post, Cindy. I can tell you with confidence you'll do about 8 years for manslaughter. If the judge has daughters, you'll get a couple years knocked off the top. Ifhe has sons, you'll get your case thrown out because he won't be there, he'll be in jail. Laundry in the clink is super organized so at least you'll be happy. Can't wait to read more posts! [SENT FROM ILLINOIS STATE PRISON].ReplyDelete
Great comment, Chris! Thank you so much for stopping by Lisa's blog to read my work. It means a lot to hear, "Great post," from someone whose work I admire!Delete
See you in the clink...
Thanks for stopping by!ReplyDelete
So glad that you enjoyed Cindy's work! She's a great writer!ReplyDelete
I can relate! the magic disappearing clothes - and the clean laundry put back in to be washed again - oh yeah! Nice job, Cindy. I have another one: how about the teen who decides to do his own laundry and mixes soft cotton t-shirts with the towels and leaves everything in a pile (yours and his!) except the one thing he wanted to wear.ReplyDelete
That happens at my house too! It's a conspiracy, I tell you...Delete
Not sure how many years they'd sentence you for, but I bet a good lawyer could get you off with time served in the laundry room! :)ReplyDelete
If the lawyer and the judge both had kids and had ever done laundry, you betcha! Light sentence for me.Delete
Fun post! If you ask me, laundry is a necessary evil. You go to all the trouble to wash your clothes, and then the next week you have to do it all again. Then there's the towels and sheets, and oh do I hate having to make the bed again. Sheesh. There's got to be a better way!ReplyDelete
Maid. Getting a maid is the better way. I dream of having a servant for such things - sigh.Delete
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