Life and Laundry

This morning, after my visit to the loo, I handled a bit of laundry. It's quite convenient that the laundry 'room' is across from a bathroom. I turned the washer on and took items out of the dryer.

As I peeked in the dryer it occured to me that my life includes a great deal of laundry. My life and laundry. I stay cleaning, straightening things up or having something to clean.

As soon as I got married, I realized that I also took on a career as a laundress. I like clean, freshly folded, neatly organized clothing and linen so I cannot muster up a laundry complaint. I don't hate laundry. Dare I say, I like it?

When I was a kid my mother kept a washing board in our laundry room. I know what washing used to be. I know where my roots are, and putting clothes in a machine is nothing worth a complaint. As I think about it I need to get that wash board because I keep buying TR pretty dresses that say 'hand wash only". I usually wash those in the shower. Those clothes require cold water, so that becomes torture.

Speaking of dresses......

The A family hosted 2012 Christmas. During holidays the offspring of my maternal great-grandparents get together, it's usually a larger gathering.

TR loves to be hostess so I wanted to get her a dress worthy of the occasion and her first time as hostess in our new home.

Mr A and I went to Nordstrom and I spotted a gorgeous ivory dress with gold brocade. It was befitting of a 4 year old who loves to twirl and watch her skirt float. I love little girl dresses. I remember being 10 and having my mother take me to countless shops because I wanted a petticoat slip to make my fancy dress even bigger in the skirt.

Mr A had purcased a pair of slacks and shirt for QT which the clerk put in a smallish bag. When I went to purchase the dress, Mr A tried to hand me the bag and said to have them put her dress in it.

I gasped. I was speechless. Who was this man? This man who suggested I fold my daughter's fancy dress? I told him her dress might fit in that bag but you don't fold it. (can you feel my pulse picking up as the memories return while I type?) breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. I think I must have looked at him in complete horror because he shook his head, took QT and went back to sit in the kids shoe area.

I went to the clerk and the ladies next to me and the clerk commented on how pretty the dress was and how pretty TR had looked in it. We had a discussion about little girl dresses. It was the children's department so that was not unusual.

Then the price rang up and everyone nearby, including me and the clerk, gasped. literaly everyone nearby gasped. The dress did not have any tags and was on sale. The fabric and detail made me think it would be $100 or so dollars. I suspect the other shoppers expected a higher price as well.

The dress was maybe $40 or $50. It was cheaper than QT's pants. My smile was huge. The clerk put the dress in a plastic dress bag and gently placed it in the big bag.

When I returned to Mr A, I showed him the bag. His response was something like, just because they waste a big bag on a little dress doesn't make it right.

Whatev..

... This is apparently why I go without him, when I buy fancy dresses for TR.

In other sad but true news......

Mr A's witch mother filed a missing person report on him. She lives in Kern County but drive over 100 miles to make a report in L.A. County. She told them that I had kidnapped him, he was in a cult, that he lived in the area and she had not heard from him.

It seems the male officers weren't buying the story. One told me she had come to him but the story did not sound right. She found some idiot female detective who called Mr. A's job and told them he was missing.

Mr A works at a posh private school. He is a black man, who has the police calling the school looking for him. I suspect that won't help his coaching career.

I tell you that heifer really thinks I took her husband. I think what has had her angry these many years is that when we got married Mr. A told her, he was going to cease paying her bills. The love of money is the root of all evil and she is dangerous because of her greed.