tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30300011.post797810399234638820..comments2023-11-05T02:42:18.141-05:00Comments on Screaming on the Inside: Day 47Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13772859120482774595noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30300011.post-75436890665513729372007-04-04T00:11:00.000-05:002007-04-04T00:11:00.000-05:00I'm not bitter about it or anything, it's just wha...I'm not bitter about it or anything, it's just what was. At the time I was (in my head) just a plucky little hippie/pioneer chick doin' what had to be done. :o)YogaNanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03578904073378923196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30300011.post-19876766713011704312007-04-03T18:40:00.000-05:002007-04-03T18:40:00.000-05:00yeah, she's totally hot like that.yeah, she's totally hot like that.Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13772859120482774595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30300011.post-10715357506262959342007-04-03T13:15:00.000-05:002007-04-03T13:15:00.000-05:00ah, I know that story well. And you're right..I'm ...ah, I know that story well. And you're right..I'm totally rolling my eyes because that was like 30 friggin years ago..and mine's going on TODAY..and it also happens to be turning out to be one of the WORST days ever. I'm not in a good mood. grrrrAbbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13772859120482774595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30300011.post-8327314615536723512007-04-03T12:50:00.000-05:002007-04-03T12:50:00.000-05:00Oh, you SO don't want to hear this -- first year o...Oh, you SO don't want to hear this -- first year of marriage I did nearly ALL our laundry (which included your dad's lovely heavy bulky Army fatigues) in the bathtub, because I couldn't figure out the German laundromats and just couldn't stand schlepping everything on my bike. You want to talk about wringing things out?<BR/><BR/>I didn't have a washer until shortly before Josiah was born -- and I didn't have use of a car. The laundry routine was to put the first bag of laundry into the stroller seat, the second bag of laundry on top of the little shade thingy (with the open part of the pillowcase/laundry bag wrapped around the handle so I could hold onto it), stuff the box of detergent on the rack under the seat, and balance to stinky diaper pail (yes, diaper pail, no pampers) and the bottle of bleach in the basket behind the seat. <BR/><BR/>What about the kids? Jenna rode in a backpack and Ethan in a tummy pack. Five blocks, sometimes in the snow (but not barefoot and uphill both ways -- that was only going to school, and that was 10 miles). I may have told you about the time we were doing this and Jenna threw up all down my very-long and thick hair and also wrecked the suede jacket* I was wearing.<BR/><BR/>And that was on the way TO the laundry, not on the way FROM. <BR/><BR/>I feel your pain and I remember mine. Someday you'll tell your kids about this day and they'll roll their eyes. :o)<BR/><BR/>*Suede jacket left over from "When I Was a Single Girl."YogaNanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03578904073378923196noreply@blogger.com