I need wider hallways…
and more laundry baskets. I do about 11 - 15 loads of laundry a week. I constantly have laundry baskets that line the upstairs hallways filled with clothes. Now they are folded, so it’s not like a total mess. Everything is sorted according to each child, folded nice and neatly straight from the dryer. I like the washing, drying and the folding process but I hate, hate, hate the putting away part. Weird I know, but I just really hate that part. If you need something, look through the basket.
When I do more laundry that is usually when I give in and put clothes away just so I have a basket to put another load of clothes into. I already have 8 large laundry baskets.
Friends always laugh and make fun of me because there’s laundry baskets upstairs all the time. Today I decided to give in and just put everything away in closets and drawers. I must say WOW! It really does amaze me how wide my halls really are. I feel my mind becoming clearer cuz there’s no clutter in the hall and I no longer am tripping over the laundry baskets.
That being said, I still feel the need to get just one more basket. I’m glad Walmart is close to home. It makes me happy to be able to go out on my deck, look out the South-East corner and see Walmart. I wave. “Hi Walmart! I’ll be there soon to spend Ryan’s hard earned money.”
Ryan hates Walmart. When we first moved to Okotoks there was no Walmart in town. He was thrilled. He saved money cuz I didn’t go into Calgary that often. He no longer had to “lose” my keys so I couldn’t go out shopping anymore. He cursed Walmart once he found out they’d be coming to town. I did my happy dance. My happy dance is like Elaine’s off of Seinfeld.
Then Macs came along! Whoo hooo! Slushies anytime I want! We are only 5 houses away from Macs. Now Blockbuster has opened up a block from our house too! Yipee! No more late charges! Oh happy day! Everything is so close to our house, I’m just all smiles.
Now when I wake up in the morning I go out on our deck and face North-East wave to Blockbuster, I look to the South-East and in the distance I see Walmart. “Good morning Blockbuster, Top o’ the day to ya Walmart.” Then I scowl at the high school kids as they come screeching into the parking lot of high school across the street with the stereos blasting, the base thumping and the hot wheel emblem splashed across the side of their trucks or cars.
Bunch of show offs. Sheesh. They better just watch out cuz one day I’ll challenge those little pimple faced, hormone raging kidlets to a race. I’ll show them a trick or two and I swear I could kick their ass in my minivan. It’s amazing how much speed a minivan can get and how well that puppy can corner. Not as good as the Bishop’s Ferrari mind you, but I know how to make that baby move. Whatever doesn’t move out of my way, I just ba-bump over it. I gots me some racn’ stripes too! May not look like the hot wheels emblem… but hey, it works. *sigh* I miss my racin’ days.