Laundry days are not much fun around here. I drag my bag of laundry down over icy hills, trying not to kill or mame myself while I am on my way to the laundromat. Where I sit for hours waiting for the clothes to wash and dry. It isn’t a very pretty place but it is inexpensive, close by, and there is a place to fold my clothes. It is just LONG.
I don’t really mind though, I take my folding chair and a novel and take the opportunity to get a little quiet time.
I am the homeschooling mommy of four kids. My house is always full of kids running around and making a racket. Quiet time to myself is rare.