Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Forever.

I am a ridiculous human being.

How does this happen?

I swear I closed the lid.

And yet, no. Clearly, I did not.

Laundry? Fuggetaboudit.

If I told you how many times this week this one little load of laundry has been washed and forgotten you would throw your hands up at me. (And not in that ” and wave ’em like you just don’t care, yay-we-are-so-happy-we-must-dance way, either. In that “*pfft* I give up. YOU are hopeless!” way. But I digress …)

I am mad at myself. This is so wasteful!

How can I remember – before I run out of underwear – that there is laundry in the washing machine?

I live a distracted life.

Many of us do.

Once upon a time I had the most beautiful washing machine. It was the coolest colour and it had a buzzer on it that was so loud it could make your heart stop. Man, I loved that thing.

That was what seems like a lifetime ago, now, though. Long ago and far away, when Thing 1 was teeny and I was blonde – because my hair grew out of my head that way, naturally – as opposed to, well.. never mind!

My point is …

Help!

Please tell me I am not alone in my forgetfulness.

*Look! I made a meme. I’m so proud! The lengths I’ll go to for my tens of readers. I mean, really!