Vox Hunt: Time To Make The Donuts

This is how my work week begins. Although this picture was actually taken at the end of the day, after the clothes had been through the washer, hung outside to dry and brought in again, ready for folding and then being put away.
That's the part I can never seem to master. It's not that I really hate it,  I mean, sure it's pretty monotonous, (and folding can be awfully hard on a perfectionist when the folds don't sit right) - it's just hard to get done. Whever I start it, it seems there's always something else that needs urgent attention. This basket was brought in as it started to get dark and then dinner had to be started, and after that the kids needed to be put to bed,  and then the dishes need doing and so on, until I fall on the couch in a heap and I don't want to even think about doing anything, let alone folding clothes.

I am so ready for Summer to be over: last week the temperature stayed in the mid to high thirties, which was exhausting and created irksome little problems for me. Like, my usual routine is to put a load of washing in the machine before I go to bed of a night, but with the heat, the clothes soured if they weren't removed from the machine and hung out the instant the spin cycle finished. It took me several loads to get the timing right, and considering my tendency to forget that I even put the washing on, it's a miracle that the basket pictured made it to the hung-out-to-dry stage.

Speaking of washing, I received some alarming news from C's teacher today: there has been a headlice sighting in her class. I'm crossing everything I can that we'll be safe from them, Since I have never had them, and J's made it to his fourth year without a case, I'm hoping that maybe they have a natural aversion to us, somehow. Tomorrow I'm going to buy some tea-tree oil to add to C's de-tangling hair spray that I've made up and hope that it isn't too late.

I have enough washing to get through as it is.