The Laundry Monster

I am a victim.  I have almost been devoured several times, and that is just in the past 3 months.  No matter how many times I take my vorpal sword in hand and go snicker snack, that laundry monster just keeps on whiffling through the tulgey woods. 

Maybe it is the fact that I have five children.  Five children definitely nourishes the beast. Maybe it is because I forget what I am doing all the time and then remember 3 days later that there is a load in the washing machine that needs to be put in the dryer. Maybe it is because I suffer from inertia on a constant basis.  Or maybe it is because I just hate doing laundry.  These things probably all feed the laundry beast.

Plus, isn't it annoying when you do all of the laundry and there is always that one sock, or random shirt, or handkerchief, or whatever, that never seems to find a home? And yet, it just becomes a part of the chaotic landscape that I so lovingly call home. You just stop seeing it.  Such is life in my household.

So now, at this late hour, so rest I by tum tum tree, in deep thought, as the laundry monster, with eyes aflame, comes burbling. Yet, tonight I will be victorious!

And then you will ask, "And hast thou slain the laundry monster?  Come to my arms my beamish lady!  O frabjous day! Callou! Callay!"

Yep, that is definitely what you will say.

Did you get it?  Huh? Huh? If not, you may want to take another visit down the rabbit hole.  

I think I should probably go to bed.