A slice of life...and laundry

It’s been a rough week. I can’t put my mind to anything that requires too much thought. Here is a little thing about my thoughts on life and laundry. I like to write about mundane things because sometimes, well most of the time, I feel like my life is mundane. It’s an ordinary life. But aren’t there people out there who wish for ordinary? For the predictable?

Vincent Van Gogh once said “Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow” - but he didn’t exactly have a happy ending did he?

So this is for anyone drowning in laundry -

I woke to vomiting, of course. The shower was running, and after being up approximately 15,000 times in the night, I was quite disorientated.

Maybe it’s a first kid thing or a medically fragile kid thing, but my twelve-year-old had just expertly caught his vomit in an ice cream container.

From somewhere in my cob-webbed mind I remember an American - was it an American? - saying something like: ‘New Zealanders all keep ice cream containers. And the ice cream containers are what they vomit in’.

I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to help him stand up in the shower, and then my husband was at the bathroom door, having been sleeping upstairs with our ten-year-old to try to contain whatever it was that-

My ten-year-old appeared.

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he was forcing himself into the bathroom. Holding a clipboard. Holding a clipboard?