It’s Hard To Be A Woman #7
“Sure, I think you’ll be okay.” For those of you who have forgotten, if I do laundry during the rainy days of winter, the water ends up all over my bathroom floor instead of in the septic tank.
I retrieved the dirty clothes that had been piling up in our bedroom hamper, separated the colors, and placed the dark clothes into the washing machine. I opened up the cupboard that housed all of my cleaning supplies. Crap. Out of homemade laundry soap.
I’m so behind the eight-ball lately. I can’t get caught up on bills, I rarely get dinner on the table anymore, the kitchen is always full of unwashed dishes, I can’t remember the last time I vacuumed the floor. Now, today I’m adding “Make another batch of homemade laundry soap” to my list of things to do.
I assembled the cheese grater, the Fels-Naptha soap, Borax, washing soda, and VitaMix dry container.
I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what I was going to put it in. The last container had been way too small. I wandered around the house looking for something I could use. Good grief. All I want to do is get caught up on the bloody laundry. How about this Mason jar? No, I won’t be able to get a scoop in there easily. Ahhhhhh….
I finally settled on my protein shake container that was almost empty. I was so proud of myself for this ingenious plan. It had only taken me twenty minutes to come up with.
In between phone calls, scrambling to pay the bills, and cleaning up the kitchen, the soap was finally made–a double batch–so I’m all set for a few more months. Now, the only thing I have left to do is: GO GET A LIFE.
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