...after a week of deep, deep house cleaning which precluded any laundry.
Whose pants these are I think I know,
With grass and blood they're stained though.
He plays outside while I am here,
watching the piles of laundry grow.
The stains are many, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and piles to go before I sleep,
and piles to go before I sleep.
(Apologies to Robert Frost's Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening)
13 comments:
How fun! Such poetic genius! :)
Mine was last night at 11pm, translating into Mon a.m....
"Miles to go before I sleep" indeed.
:)
I like to do the laundry. It's the folding & putting away that I despise. My husband has some little saying...what is it? I try to tune it out but it's something like, "Close the circle, Maggie" or "Follow through to the finish, Maggie" or some such obnoxious thing.
Poems, though, I like! Now if he were to read me poetry while I worked, perhaps the job'd get done.
I'm off to fold the laundry now.
Seriously.
hee hee. Thanks for the laugh.
LOL, I'll be reciting this poem for many hours tonight!
Oh, that is priceless!
I'll be chuckling over that as I continue to tackle MY mountain of laundry tomorrow...
Hahahaha!
That's brilliant.
HA!! That's wonderful! I'll have to memorize it for encouragement... :)
Wait, was that MY laundry room you were stopping by, or yours? Because they sound like they might be the same place . . .
Too cute! LOL And, sadly, how true. :)
LOL.
I want to cross-stitch your words, put a nice frame around the finished product, and hang it above my washing machine.
My favorite part of doing laundry is folding. The clothes smell good and there is satifaction in watching the stacks of folded clothes grow---smooth, soft, colorful, clean. The repetition is relaxing.
I love laundry, too, just not too much of it. All things in moderation, right?
Hilarious. And I know just how you feel...
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