Time is a curious creature. I am sure that July lasted eight weeks where August seems to have lost one somewhere and May and June fitted in three.
If I am not washing dishes, then I am washing clothes
If I am not dealing with the laundry then I am washing my hair
If I am not drowning myself washing my locks, I am struggling to reach to sponge bits of me elsewhere.
I’ve already done with dishes once today, but as I have been cooking a beef stew to be put into portions to go into the freezer, I am off to go and do the dishes again.
Tomorrow I am cooking a chicken casserole, which means after washing my hair, I will be washing dishes again.
Ahh, the washing machine has clicked off, its drying cycle is done.