Bloody washing. With one? Easily manageable. Two fine. Even three once we got the tumble dryer it was not much of a problem. But. Four???!!!! The washing is totally and utterly relentless!!!! Seriously! Awful. Never ever ending. Since the boy has been born I have managed to get it all done. Once. Once I could see the bottom of the washing basket. Once! In 15 months!
I was finding myself not being able to cope with everything. Being a Mum, friend, teacher, wife and me. It was all becoming a bit too much. So I thought I would set myself little goals each week to help me get on top of everything. So this week? 'twas the washing. I have told myself that I need to do a load a day. Which means washing, drying and hanging it all up (doom). Keep on top of it. Find it manageable. Think of it as just a boring task I need to do and this week? Yay! I've done it! Huzzah!
So a big old boring word and a big old boring task but this little task could mean the start of me getting to grips with everything. Washing? You tried to beat me you never ending bastard. But. I win!