The love of laundry Your clothes are puddled, shorts, pants, socks nested. Pocket with a lolly stick broken in three place and two seashells, not from the same creature. It smells of your outdoors body. The evidence of slide tackles will need that pink stuff, so I rub it in with my finger. Later […]
Experiential learning – 100 words
Experiential learning I wash the clothes and fold them, neat dried. A deep inhale of breeze perfume or artificial flowers – mothers’ meditation. I will no longer pick socks and pants and shirts and pyjamas and jeans and towels off the floor. Especially towels. This you know. Bring them – it’s not far, a moment’s […]
What do you do with your underwear?
No not mine, everyone else’s. The male people in this house each have a pair of buttocks. Aged variously seven, fifteen, seventeen and fifty, the bums also range in size. Therefore, each arse owns a selection of pants. At either end of the derrière spectrum it’s very easy to tell whose is whose, it’s the […]
Airing my dirty laundry just about everywhere
It began with a most insignificant click. Then the lights went out and it was apparent – after several optimistic attempts to ignore all evidence – that the washing machine was, in fact, a dampening and flooding the floor machine. There are some definitive parenting moments. The first steps, the gummy smiles, the first time […]