Sometimes I feel like my life is a comedy of errors..  Here’s a typical example. An hour before we had to leave for my youngest son’s hockey game, he came to me and told me he couldn’t find his jerseys. No big deal I thought to myself…most of the laundry is clean, although it is residing unfolded in baskets in my room, since we never seem to get around to putting laundry away here.

                          Unfortunately though, the jerseys were not in the clean laundry, but rather still balled up in separate sections of the dirty laundry…just my luck! I would have just let him wear them dirty, because he’s a boy, but the stench was so bad that I decided to be nice to his team (and the opposing one) and hand wash them. I think I got them to smell a little nicer. I threw them in the dryer, but due to the lack of time, he had to go to the game in a damp jersey. At least I can laugh about my failings as a laundress (among other things).