Tuesday, April 12, 2005


I have buttloads of clothes to wash.


I hate washing clothes. I hate washing dishes. I hate doing anything that requires me to do things over and over.

Clothing is always dirty. Dishes are always dirty. House is always dirty.

I clean them daily. In a haze. I try to numb out the pains of doing these things over and over and over again. But soon, after the last load is washed, the last dish is dried, BAM BOOM! There begins another BUTTLOAD.

That's why I hate doing them. Because they are never ending. NEVER ENDING. PILES. OF DIRTY THINGS.

I'll try to sum it up to people who don't understand. Compare it to climbing a mountain. But never moving from the same spot. No matter how hard you climb. How long you climb. How much EFFORT you put into climbing. Nope, same spot. Fuck you. Same spot.

So, that is why today I cussed out my buttload of clothes, and my buttload of dishes. I called them every name in the book. I HATE YOU!

I rather rescue a small village. Anyone know where a small village needs rescuing? I would gladly do it.


Blogger Maddie said...

Girl you should come over to my house so we can ignore the piles together.

2:11 PM  
Blogger Desiree said...

LOL, You're too funny Mari.
Sorry about the endless crap to clean. that sucks.

see ya,
Chez Dez

5:12 PM  
Blogger Alisa Lynn Valdes said...

There are a few things I like to do over and over, and will not complain about: eat, drink, shop and fu*&%. But laundry? Ugh. When I was single, I wore dirty clothes instead. Dishes? Blech. It sucks with just one kid; I can't imagine how you deal with it. That said, I don't think you have post-partum depression. What you have is a perfectly normal thinking-woman's response to being in a prison of children. My thoughts are with you chica.

6:33 PM  

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