Is it just me or does anyone else feel like Christmas day lasted about 30 minutes? It is hard to believe that Christmas day, which seems like it takes an eternity to get here, is over in the blink of an eye.
So here it is, Thursday, December 27th. My husband and son have driven north to just outside of New York to see my mother-in-law. This has become a tradition since our son was little that we would go as a family to visit my in-laws a day or two after Christmas day. The past few years, I would go and spend the day with my father-in-law and my husband and son would take my mother-in-law out for the day, most often into New York City. Since my dear father-in-law passed away in August, plus the fact that I am not a big fan of NYC and the weather is pretty lousy to be outside, I decided to stay home this year. And do laundry.
My son came home from college last Friday night carrying two laundry bags, two large trash bags and a large duffel bag filled with laundry and a few clean clothes. He also received a few new shirts for Christmas and he and my husband did some post Christmas bargain shopping. So, when you add his pile of clothes together with the rather large pile that had built up here, you have one Mt. Everest of laundry. So today, I have attacked that pile with a vengeance and hope that by tonight, the only pile left will be pile of ironing that always follows.
I must end this post now, as the dryer is calling me. And if I ever want to see the floor of the laundry room, I had better answer it.