Is it really the end?

Two full days at home and two full days of Washing The Holiday Wear.

I’ve just completed hanging the last load, accompanied and assisted by a chocolate smeared toddler.

I don’t care. I’m not washing them again. It is the end.

I have done all the clothes, towels and tea towels that need doing.

If only I could get the rest of the uncooperative to walk around naked, I would actually have just a moment of no washing at all that requires attending to.

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