I got my motivation to do laundry this morning when Maggie informed me that she peed in her pull up and all over her bed. Washing water proof mattress covers is a pain because the water gets trapped in the waterproof part and it doesn't spin out well. So I have it just spinning and draining for the next 15 minutes.
Lorelei's favorite new thing to do is to throw things down the stairs - whatever she can find. Cups, shoes, toys, books, clothes, you name it. Hmm... maybe that's what happened to the nipple that we're missing.
That's right, we're missing a bottle nipple. Not the bottle, not the ring, not even the lid. The nipple. How do you lose a nipple? The only logical explanation is Lorelei.
I watered my nearly dead plant that's down here in the basement window. Since the only time I come down here (well, these days I come down for Rock Band) is to do laundry and I only do laundry when we have no clothes (about every 2 weeks) it doesn't get watered very often. I don't even have it in dirt, I just have it in an empty spaghetti sauce jar filled with water. It's still looking pale, but it's slightly better than it was.
So, Rock Band... it has sucked my remaining responsibility out the door and turned me into a video game junky. At least this particular one. I stay up way too long singing. And then the other night when I was trying to figure out how to play guitar (or bass) it finally got to the point where I actually could not see the TV screen anymore. The songs are always stuck in my head and it keeps me up at night. I dream about Rock Band. It's ridiculous.
Washer's done.
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