Previously: The kids’ washing bucket is overloaded to the point of commandeering the bathroom, and a portion of the hall, it’d been raining for three days straight and the weather, combined with a dose of CBF’d I was suffereing, had prevented not only their washing, but also ours (ie the adults of the household) being attended to.
I did get around to doing it, and the clothes line currently holds 5 load sof washing, still damp. There’s another load waiting to be hung out, a load in the machine, and we have swimming lessons today … Monkey Boy, after perforning an “OMG I have no pants!” tantrum and finally accepting I was not going to entertain it, just put on yesterday’s pants. Whatever. I’d been wearing these jarmy pants for