Posts Tagged ‘laundry’

Life’s Little Pleasures

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

Randy (AKA “The Hubs”) is flying home from a week-long business trip and is due in any minute. The laundry is done for the first time all summer. The dog endured his trip to the vet + bordetella shot today and is happily snoozing at my feet. There’s homemade chocolate cake in the house. I have lots of paying writing and editing work to do tomorrow. And Matt, my son, is downstairs playing Emerson, Lake and Palmer’s “Lucky Man” on the piano.

Life’s little pleasures. They mean a lot in the day-to-day scheme of things. (Although Randy returning after being gone for a week is a BIG pleasure.) A phone call from a friend. A great cup of coffee. An unexpected card in the mail. A walk on a gorgeous July morning.

What are the little pleasures in your life right now? Isn’t it amazing how something so small as (temporarily) having the laundry done can make your day?

Thanks Goodness for Girlfriends

Friday, June 4th, 2010

Fellow moms, are you ever just POOPED? I am. Right now.

This week I’m looking at work deadlines, the church youth newsletter, baseball games, the church bake sale (gotta make some brownies), Hell Week (final rehearsals and tech week) for the church play… (Gotta love the words “Hell Week” and “church play” in the same sentence.)

The laundry is piled up. (Both clean and dirty.) The dog is begging to be walked. The fridge is almost empty.

And what do I want to do most? Meet a girlfriend for coffee. It’s my great stress reliever. It makes me realized how BLESSED I am to have such a full life with all these activities that, taken separately, I truly love. (OK, not the laundry or the grocery shopping.)

My girlfriends give me perspective. A laugh. A chance to vent and compare notes. In truth, sometimes wine is better than coffee for a girlfriend get-together. (AND as you can see, sometimes there’s CAKE.) But right now I’d settle for 30 minutes with a good buddy and a chance to sit back and look at our lives.

And laugh.

Cell Phone in the Washing Machine!

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

I’m so excited to discover Genny over at My Cup 2 Yours, a wonderful blog that celebrates parenting and friendship between moms. I can get happy lost for an hour, wandering through Genny’s posts.

She has created a fun blog carnival, “Talkin’ About Thursdays,” where bloggers concentrate on a particular topic and we all chime in. This week, the topic is “laundry,” and that prompted me to share one of my favorite posts from the past, “Cell Phone in the Washing Machine!”

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Talk about timing…

So I’m sitting here working on a magazine article on kids and cell phones, and I decide to take a break from the home office and switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer. (OK, and maybe grab some Triscuits and cheese… If there are downsides to working from a home office, like the constant reminder of dirty laundry, there ought to be upsides. Like snacks. Right?)

Perfect 10-15-09time to discover that my 12-year-old son left his cell phone in his pants pocket and it went through the wash cycle. &*^())#$#^!

I knew I wasn’t alone with this problem when I Googled “cell phone in washing machine” and up popped 332,000 results. That seemed a bit overwhelming, so I decided to go straight to our cell-phone service provider, who suggested removing the battery and letting the phone dry out for a few days. Sometimes that does the trick, they said — but often it doesn’t.

Unfortunately phones that are damaged by liquid aren’t covered by most manufacturers’ warranties. So this may be an expensive lesson for one young man regarding always emptying his pockets at night. (But his dad’s wallet went through the laundry — again — two weeks ago, so this may be a genetic problem we’re dealing with here!)

Hey, anything for a good article-sidebar idea, right?

Bring on the Garlic Cheese Bombs!

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

I have to admit, summertime isn’t the most laid-back time of year for me. For a mom who also works from a home office, the school bell — not the first day of summer — signals my time to breathe again.

Right now, I’m caught up in a whirlwind of activity: taking my son, Matthew, to play dates, baseball games and junior-lifeguard classes while trying to stay on top of  writing assignments. A two-day-old pile of clean laundry sits in a basket on the bedroom floor, getting thoroughly wrinkled. My email is piling up. And the house is looking a little scary.

But today, none of that matters, because it’s “Sandwich Day” at junior-lifeguard class. Sandwich Day is a much-revered tradition in our town. Every kid brings a few sandwiches, cut into small servings for sharing, to class. Then the voting begins. The rules: