Laundry is for Landlubbers
The truth is, I have mountains of housework to get through. Piles of laundry, a basket full of ironing (not that I normally iron, but a whole load of my husband's work shirts didn't get hung in the closet in time and are wrinkled beyond recognition). Dishes, dusting, vacuuming... So I did the only logical thing. I flipped over our ottoman and called the kids over to set out on an adventure.
First we crawled into the basket of our hot air balloon. We lifted off to the sounds of a crowd cheering below, watching as the people and landscape beneath us grew smaller and smaller. We floated along on the breeze, over fields and meadows. We narrowly missed the peaks of a mountain range, but lifted our balloon higher just in the nick of time. Once or twice, our co-pilot, Thomas, leaned a little too far over the edge of the basket and plummeted down toward the ground. Thankfully, an enormous bird swooped in each time, rescuing him from certain calamity, and flying him back up to the balloon basket. Eventually, the wind carried us out to sea. We watched a family of whales frolicking in the waves, gripped the side of the basket a little tighter when we spotted sharks, and laughed at the playful dolphins. By and by, we spotted an island on the horizon. We'd spent days afloat, so we decided to land and enjoy the feel of solid ground beneath our feet once more. We spent some time on the island exploring and resting, but it wasn't long before the allure of the ocean beckoned us. We searched the island for provisions--mostly bananas and bread we baked over coals--and then built ourselves a small sea-worthy raft. We filled it with our food, and set out once more, this time over the waves of the deep blue sea. We marveled at the size of the whales below us, tucked our feet in when we spotted sharks, and enjoyed the cool breezes in our faces. It was a perilous journey, fraught with frequent storms. More than once, our brave sailors were overtaken by the motion of the waves and the rocking of the ship, and they fell crashing into the sea. We would scramble to find our ropes, calling, "Man overboard!" We would pull them back to safety just as they were beginning to succumb to the waves. After many weeks of being tossed about on the waves, we decided we needed some way to direct our little ship. We crafted oars from the sailors' guitar and ukelele. Just as our provisions were beginning to run out, we spotted land on the horizon. We paddled hard, and at long last managed to pull our rag-tag little raft safely into harbor. We arrived on dry land, safe and sound, just in time for story time at the library. What an adventure we'd had!
And then I wonder to myself why it takes me days to catch up on the laundry...
First we crawled into the basket of our hot air balloon. We lifted off to the sounds of a crowd cheering below, watching as the people and landscape beneath us grew smaller and smaller. We floated along on the breeze, over fields and meadows. We narrowly missed the peaks of a mountain range, but lifted our balloon higher just in the nick of time. Once or twice, our co-pilot, Thomas, leaned a little too far over the edge of the basket and plummeted down toward the ground. Thankfully, an enormous bird swooped in each time, rescuing him from certain calamity, and flying him back up to the balloon basket. Eventually, the wind carried us out to sea. We watched a family of whales frolicking in the waves, gripped the side of the basket a little tighter when we spotted sharks, and laughed at the playful dolphins. By and by, we spotted an island on the horizon. We'd spent days afloat, so we decided to land and enjoy the feel of solid ground beneath our feet once more. We spent some time on the island exploring and resting, but it wasn't long before the allure of the ocean beckoned us. We searched the island for provisions--mostly bananas and bread we baked over coals--and then built ourselves a small sea-worthy raft. We filled it with our food, and set out once more, this time over the waves of the deep blue sea. We marveled at the size of the whales below us, tucked our feet in when we spotted sharks, and enjoyed the cool breezes in our faces. It was a perilous journey, fraught with frequent storms. More than once, our brave sailors were overtaken by the motion of the waves and the rocking of the ship, and they fell crashing into the sea. We would scramble to find our ropes, calling, "Man overboard!" We would pull them back to safety just as they were beginning to succumb to the waves. After many weeks of being tossed about on the waves, we decided we needed some way to direct our little ship. We crafted oars from the sailors' guitar and ukelele. Just as our provisions were beginning to run out, we spotted land on the horizon. We paddled hard, and at long last managed to pull our rag-tag little raft safely into harbor. We arrived on dry land, safe and sound, just in time for story time at the library. What an adventure we'd had!
And then I wonder to myself why it takes me days to catch up on the laundry...
