Well Folks it is Sunday and I busted my (*&^ yesterday cleaning out the lake. I am tired and worse, the kids have all decided to watch Harry Potter ALLLLLLLL DAY!
The lovely Mrs. Bay Vista (Aka Marti) has 12 houses to show, so she will be gone for three hours, which means I need to do some magic of my own in her absence.
SO instead of my normal, very personal writing style, which all of my subscribers (both of them) have come to love and expect.....I decided to do some major very fast, army style, house cleaning and knock some of the laundry pile down while I am at it.
I will take some time later to work on my profile and also, go on my facebook account and argue with libs.....but that is just for fun.
I also found this great article on EHow about dealing with huge piles of laundry, and while it said NOTHING about forcing the kids to do all the work, I still found it helpfull, so I thought that I would provide a link.
In lieu of my self written blog, and in tribute of the 27 reposts of Lenn's anti plagaurism blog, I decided to post this.
Poetry for Laundry Day On this date in 1934, the first Laundromat, called a “washeteria” was opened in Fort Worth, TX. Right in my own backyard, so to speak. [Thanks, Lee BH, for that tidbit from Days to Celebrate: A Full Year of Poetry, People, Holidays, History, Fascinating Facts, and More (New York: Greenwillow, 2005).]
How about some poetry about laundry?
Sock Eater by Betsy Rosenthal
On laundry days my mother says the dryer is a crook.
It’s all because a sock is gone— the one the dryer took.
I tell my mom she shouldn’t let the dryer see us eat.
It’s sure to munch a sock or two because it craves a treat.
From: Rosenthal, Betsy R. 2004. My House is Singing.
Illus. by Margaret Chodos-Irvine. San Diego: Harcourt.