Don't worry about me, still waiting......

Dear Fios Tech Support,

Having nine people that need my assistance every day, makes it really
easy to understand
your job description and what you are surely up against in your occupation.
I get many aspects of your existence....

Surely you wake up every morning with every intention of getting your
orders completed.
You have endless customers waiting for you to come and fix their problems.
Be their miracle worker.
I'm sure you have different hoops to jump, and many obstacles that are thrown
into your mix.
I also get that you are facing crankiness~over the phone, at the door, or even by
your fellow employees ~
As you, even you, have to wait for customer service to get the quick codes
for my order.

But there's a problem. 
In my life, and most others, if I were to pull the five hour window scam, and
still not show,
things wouldn't work out so well.

If I had told my doctor I would be stopping in, anywhere from 8-12, and didn't,
after laughing his ass off,
he would probably slam his door on me, after charging me a no-show fee
of course.

If I told Giant, I'd be back between those five hours, to get my groceries, and
didn't, they'd be put back on the shelf and I'd have to shop all over again.

And if that time span was given to my kids' school, as to when I'd show to
chaperone
a field trip, the bus would surely have left me behind, along with any chance
of needing
my help again.

So why is it that I am not treated in that respect?
And if I can't be,
why can't I simply have an appointment?

Why can't someone, like I have to do, book a time to come and fix the problem
YOUR EQUIPMENT is giving me?
Then we can all be happy and no one's time is wasted.
I'm at home, you're able to get here, and it's all over.

If not, you do not agree, and this 8-12 thing works for you, why do I sit here,
at 2:30, without you here yet?
Worse yet, why haven't you even called me?
Let me know you didn't forget, or your running late (duh), or when you
are even going to eventually get here.

I get things come up.
I get I'm not the only one and you're not at the spa.
But here we are, no signal and no you.
And I'm not at the spa either.

I'm here, just like I have been.
Since eight a.m.
Because I said I'd be.

So, I'll just hang out, I mean, it's obvious you didn't think I had plans.
Just, whenever you can make it, is fine at this point.
I'll figure, that you'll figure out you're at the right place, once you pull up.
Cause once you're here, you'll know it.

Don't know if you're a parent or not, but get ready!
We'll be the house with seven kids, that haven't had
TV or Internet for almost 72 hours...
And I'll be the mom, that let's them "help" you,
the entire time it takes you,
to fix the problem.

You can thank me later :)

Sincerely,
Jennifer Hale

end to lazy days

commericals with the holiday song-
"most wonderful time of the year".
endless circulars with school supply sales for
the past month.
the slightest breeze in the air, almost whispering that these
are the last ten
or so days you have left to sleep in a little later, a
few extra times-
or, (even harder to swallow), to mix up that pitcher of margaritas at six pm
that still shouts- SUMMER.

this year's break, with our oldest having taken off, our
beach vaca early,
and added craziness until two weeks ago, although relaxing- for
the most part, truly sped by.
here we are, triggered by the teacher letters showing up
end of month,
realizing that the minute
directly after feeling like you JUST relaxed from last year's
routine, it's time to start again.
the letterhead lets you know, it's about that time. 
time to put on your new sneakers and place
your foot on the line of the school -year's -running -track...
waiting for
the "get set" and then "GO!".

the funniest thing to me about it all through my past eighteen years,
is everytime this hour comes,
i feel like i am just about to prove myself amazing.
THIS YEAR, im gonna be organized. 
i get the schedules, the lists, the meeting dates. 
everyones lunches are made the night before,
backpacks lined up, two hundred fifteen emergency cards
filled out the second I get them.
this is gonna be MY year.  im going to rock this thing.  Oh yeah.

who am i kidding?  um, that would be myself.
but its good for us. 
i really like having the kids here all summer and am bummed
its coming to an end,
so the one cool thing is that i can imagine is  "routine" with
my newfound perfectness.
a whole new chance to get on top of things-be on time. 
never forget a dang thing.
and maybe, quite possibly, i can trick my kids into thinking it too.

motivating at any age is hard when they've had a length of time off.
of course they're excitied (young ones anyway) for that first week.
they have a new place to go, and get to see their friends again...
but that's short lived.  come on.
so maybe this deep breath of ours can carry over and get everyone
pumped.
maybe....this year.

good luck to all with the trips to target and wal mart.
have fun venting or lecturing or convincing or simply
saying 100 no's,
as they point endlessly to only the things they DONT need
on the list.
hang in there if the memory you thought you were gonna
make doesnt go as planned.
know that some years its great, and others-a semi-disaster.
and if all else fails,
follow a mom with a soon to be college bound, with her.
imagine me, (although we did summer session), doing my
last outing for
the "real" session, tomorrow.
remembering the years of hello kitty, that have now turned into a lime
green coffee pot.

this, like everything else, won't be your life forever-
the summer days go faster every time im turning around.
even if theres only a week left to create some fun, go for it!
the house will be quiet enough soon---don't rush.
and good luck with this year's race.
i'm sure to see you on the run! :)

Hugs!

DONT WAIT FOR A CALL~

Just wondering, in your day to day, if something changed your vision of life,
what wouldn't be a big deal anymore.

Wonder for a second, that there was an interruption of sorts. 
A test you had to get done was getting reviewed.
You didn't get the call yet, and you're waiting, and waiting, and waiting....

Would your outlook on life be the same?  Would it waver?
What kind of things would you be saying to yourself? 
How would the colors of the trees or the smell of your grille be that day? 
Stronger, brighter, any better?
Would your children's smiles seem bigger,  better than normal, because
you are looking
at them with an unsure future for yourself?

So often, life is passing at the speed of light. 
We are bombarded with the news, stories, articles....
All claiming to have what's important for you to do-
Get your finances together, get your credit up to par, buy the home of your dreams.

But what about the life of your dreams? 
The day to day things that actually count when your shut your front door?
What about remembering what all of this really is for?
What about reminding people, along with not
living for the past,
to not wait for the future, to live either.

Within this capsule of "the now", we are cleaning, and running, and working..
We are paying bills, and running place to place-
thinking, tomorrow-tomorrow-tomorrow....
A naive "guarantee" that yeah, we may not be here at 95,
but we
have a whole lotta life left.

Yet, with each day, comes another loss of someone young, old or
middle aged, taken, without warning.

Today is all we have promised. 
If you woke up today, you got another try, another run at things~

But remember, this time, in limbo, waiting for your news.
Would the words, when the Dr called, change who you are? 
Yes, it may change your lifestyle, but
would it change what you choose to do with your days?
Who you love?  How you show it?
Would it make you finally take a vacation, or tell your
spouse exactly what he
or she truly means to you?

We can hop scotch through, until ten pm every day, and not
think about things, til our head
hits our pillow. 
We can run on auto pilot, hugging our daughters, or wrestling our sons.
Make dinner as we eat on the way out to the car.  
Or finally get to our beach getaway, and check into Facebook on
our cells, eight times, while
everyone else jumps waves.

But after your results were spoken, wouldn't all this time to embrace,
feel like double the blessing?

If you don't already, try and take a day, to wake up like your phone is about to ring.
The voice on the other line could be a relief, but it could also
limit your future, with everything you ever knew.

What wouldn't be a big deal anymore?  The mess?
The trip to Acme? 
The way your husband puts his feet on you during the Phillies game?

Wouldn't so much feel like a waste of complaining about? 
And so much more, feel like you're a real life lottery winner?

Keep that idea going, and see where it takes you-

How you see things,
and if anything alters itself, to make your world even more beautiful.

Not only may  it change what your life looks like,
it could possibly, change your whole outlook on life.


Hugs!

"My Main Man"

An amazing husband. 
And unimaginable dad. 
Neither possible, without first, being a good man.

Blind date or not, even when we were young(er), my now
husband Roman's,
heart and soul are the same today, as they were,
nineteen years ago.

A core built on life's simplest things-
Foundation -made of honesty, and being a moral man.
Strengthened by walls of undying love for his family.
All safe under the roof of creating a life that would make God himself, proud.

Think he's corny?  Oh well. 
Think he has a gullible wife?  Who cares.
Think it's short-lived?  Then you need to know him.
This is who he is.

My teammate, partner in crime, best friend, has been by my side since
our second date.
We were a long shot yes, but both of us knew the truth.
We couldn't stop calling each other..
We made dates for almost every day of the week.
And hey, I still like talking to him! :)
Marriage, parenting, living together every day, no one said it was easy all the time.
If they did, they'd be lying-
But all you need is to know is there is no one else you'd rather
ride the roller coaster with....and that, we have!

We were sent a "surprise" at a young age and never did he take a
step back from that crazy news.
Our family had begun, and although we both felt it was God's plan for us, and
completely meant to be,
we had no idea what was in store for the future.

Life's ride has taught us more about each other than anything could.
Through heartbreaking losses in our family-
a shoulder to cry on and words of light
and purpose for it all.
To the most beautiful of days, the birth of our eight children. 
The greatest moments we will ever know.
Each thing, bringing us to know the heart of the other even more.
And with all that comes our way, the smile on my husband's face, has
never faded.
Being a man, of course sometimes he says things in few words, but
his arms are always open....
No worry, no need to discect things-it's just life, were blessed.
Even when things are a challenge, we will be okay.
It's today's distraction, it'll all be good.

As a dad, there is almost nothing I can say about his love for
the position.
I have never met someone so addicted, so proud...
We know God put us together because of that mutual quality.
Never did we think we'd have a small family,
but I don't think imagining two more
than the Brady Bunch, was invisioned either.
With each birth, that same unexplainable feeling fills you...
And adds to your heart, another portion of what life is supposed to be----

Every day I watch my husband, the human jungle-gym,
devour this role like nobody's business.
It is something that no woman can explain, watching their husband
with their kids.
Just so lucky to have the full circle of life in your home.
People say were crazy, it's okay-
We love it...if you're life is crazy, your life is full.

During every huge, small, or in between moment, Roman is the the voice of
reason, strenth
and a billboard that shouts Nothings Impossible.
He has an insane work ethic topped with the one thing that sometimes does
bother me, never needing a plan.  :)

The heart of 100 men, doesn't just rear it's head when all is well.
The economic meltdown hit us, and hit us hard- about five years ago.
Everything we worked to attain and have for our future was taken
away in the matter of
months, leaving us with only our humility.

Not a single time, did the man I love, ever take the low road.
We sat at our kitchen table and prayed.
We asked for direction and help in decision making.
We had partners that didn't pull their weight.
We lost money to banks with broken promises.
Yet, we slept at night...due to knowing this was somehow in our life's plan.
Somehow this would make us smarter, stronger, better.
Maybe just show our kids that life won't always be easy or fair.
But it will end, and you will be okay--

Nineteen years ago, I was sent this blessing-
Wrapped up in (if I must say) some very nice muscles,
and a goosebump giving smile.
This blessing taught me to not be afraid to try things others may not be doing.
But more importantly, we were gonna do them and good things were gonna happen.
He was right. 
I used to care what people thought-I used to think that it mattered.
But now I live a life that is more fun than the average, probably because it's so different
than anyone else's.

Together we just have a zest for life, and it is made easy for me, because of him.
He wants to live for today-
Not looking back, or even forward during it.
Just being happy-
And that in turn, has made our family happy, our kids happy.

To our four sons, he shows the picture of love for a wife,
honor for a mother,
and what the definition of commitment should be.

To our four daughters, he is an example of what you want
to find in a future man. 
What you deserve to be treated like, and to walk through the world, next to.

Things aren't always bright and perfect, and things can throw you
off your course if you let them.
We've had both, like everyone else.
That's the way it goes..
But if you're lucky, you will feel the hand of someone you love,
wrapped around yours, and walk the road together.
You can look over and say the smallest of things, or the greatest of things.
And with them, even if nothing is said, just having them there, is enough.

Last year there was a song that reminded me, in one sentence, of how
my husband makes me feel...
"I see the best of me inside your eyes".

Thanks Ro.  I know I don't tell you enough, but thank you.

http://time-warp-wife.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-husband-rocks-writing-contest.html

And off she goes...

It was nothing as I pictured.  Really.

Nothing about it was how I thought it'd look, feel or be...

I mean I knew I'd be emotional, duh, but all the rest of it was like a dream

or something.

A feeling I really can't describe because it's not how I've ever allowed

myself to feel.

All of the huge moments leading up to these past few days have been so

insane.

And the fact that I am who I am, and am obsessed with embracing them all,

and truly eating them up individually, had them come one by one,

but at lightening speed.

The cheer banquet, was the green light in my mind that things were

coming to a close...

And I had told myself that once we got the letter regarding the end of
the year festivities,
it was going to tidal wave.  And it did.

Shopping for prom dresses, online Sr week house views,
her two week notice for work, announcements,
the cap and gown coming....
But I still filled my busy brain with party planning and all of her
friend's celebrations-
leading up to grad night. 
All wonderful distractions-literally, holding on by five fingers, that slowing were
slipping to four, and then three...
Until Monday night, when I found myself holding, as tight as I could, with just a thumb.
High up in the stands, with my family and a heart that had never felt the way
it did, at that moment.

The music started and over four hundred young adults started to make
their way to an arena
filled with moms and dads holding cameras, video recorders and
overwhelming love for someone in
that line.
It gave me chills.  I knew that this was it.  Here they come.

We waited, as she waited. 
There Lexi was in line, braided hair, flip flops...that is who she is now.
That is who she turned out to be...

I flashed for a second to Kindergarten graduation-where I
remember imagining this day.
Not even being able to picture what kind of personality would
take over her life.
Would she be outgoing, or shy. 
Into style or creative.
Would she be athletic?  
And oh my gosh, what would she look like? 

I couldn't imagine that morning, 12 years ago,  as I snapped her picture
with Mrs Cuskey, her first ever teacher,
that all those questions would be answered so fast.
I had heard it would, but here we are.
And there she is.

We held hands and it was in seconds, "ALEXIS MARIE HALE".
My world was silent. 
She shook a few hands and walked down the aisle.
My eyes filled up and I just stared until a small speech of
hope for the future was spoken
and hats filled the sky...
It was over.
Childhood, the school years, anything I had ever known...

And yet, the feeling as I cried was not what I thought I'd feel.
I assumed I would feel loss.
And although the first thought naturally is to cry for the loss
of what was ending,
I was so overwhelmed with excitement for her, I never let
myself go there.

I spent eighteen years, embracing, enjoying, making memories...
with all the time
I had in that chapter.
My heart was so full of that time in our life, it absorbed any part
of what others may regret or look back sadly upon.
I stood with only the beauty of witnessing our firstborn turn
into woman,
with just the call of her name.

Looking back on this year, speeding by on the track one million
miles an hour,
it really seemed to feel we would have more time to fit all these last
school-age milestones in.
And there is still a few left regarding all of it.

We have some shopping trips planned, which is always fun.
Sr week is coming, so I'm sure to remember 20 years ago, when I
go and grab some cases of mac and cheese
and a few bags of junk food
for them. :)
And we have our week at the beach at the beginning of July.
Full of the annual fun and craziness~
But this year, it will be sprinkled with
some bitter sweet.

This will be the first family vacation, where thinking about going, is
gonna be tough.
I can't wait to spend hours relaxing, having no plan- just enjoying
everybody together.
But the third day, Roman and I will be leaving the gang with my
family, to take a drive.
The drive to drop our child off at summer session, where unlike the ceremony's
tears, will not end with hugging our little
girl and bringing her home.
Somehow, maybe only with God's grace (and the strength to move mountains),
we will be hugging her and then leaving.

How I will do it-how I will kiss her face and walk down a hall that
isn't linking her bedroom to mine-
I cannot imagine.
I don't know how something so foreign, or unnatural happens. 
I just don't.
But I will be.

This new phase will be nothing like the one I knew...but it
doesn't mean it wont be just as amazing.
Just in a different way.
Each of the chapters in their book will be full of all new things-
I think that most parents' heart aches at chapter 2
though, because
unlike the last, these next years, don't have your name
next to theirs on every page.

This next section, has them as the main character.
And although you will enter certain scenes,
these are roads they will travel without you driving.

God has it right on, ages they will start pulling back, and
wanting to be more independent.
He purposely has them getting annoyed and gravitating toward friends.
It's no accident it happens that way.
He gives us all this time~from holding them as newborns to their
eighteenth birthdays.
Time to kiss them, and hug them, and share in their memories. 
To be part of their life, every single day.

All of this, for all of us. 
So that it isn't just over night, because it is bound
to feel like it.
It's gradual as you look back, but will be hard regardless.
And knowing that early on, can help to embrace even the smallest of things-
So you, like me, can look back and smile through the tears.

The other night we were watching a movie and Lex was sitting next to me.
She fell asleep and ended up with her head on my lap.
After everyone went up to bed, I just sat there and leaned
over to rest mine near hers.
I didn't leave.
My leg was asleep at times, and my arm from time to time,
but it didn't matter.
If someone offered me $10,000 to get up I wouldn't have.
I was as comfortable as I could ever be.
We slept that way all night.

I will miss every day that I don't get to see the face I feel I've known my whole life.
I will miss all the coffee runs and the calls from the shower that she
forgot a towel.
I will miss just jumping on her bed to find out the latest gossip.
Or having her tell me that my belt looks stupid but she has an even
better one that would look great.
I will feel sad knowing how much all her brothers and sisters
will miss her being around.
And oh, how will I ever handle, not getting a kiss before going to bed,
knowing everyone is here, under one roof.

But this adventure of hers is about to begin, and it has endless possibility.
It can't happen if things stay the same, so we are doing this!
I have a new role now, and just like for her, it has never been.
So exciting!  So full of promise!!

Congratulations Lexi-
As Dad and I said at your toast-
You were our only "surprise", and what an amazing one
you were.
We never had a huge amount of money,
but you are the first of eight things, that have always made us feel rich.

No matter where you are living or even sleeping at night,
I will forever feel like that night on the couch~
You will always be that close to my heart.

I love you sooo much and am so proud of you baby girl!!!!

Hugs! :)

MUST THERE BE...?

Must there be? A banana sticker put on my candle holder?

Must there be? Probably thirty two old VHS tapes, I cleaned out this
weekend, in perfect condition, with one
home movie accidentally stuck in the middle, frayed tape sticking out of it.

Must there be? A (reminder of) a receipt on my counter, for the $380
worth of upgrades we had to make to the mini van, only two days
before it burned to the ground?

Must there be? For some craaaaazy reason, no baseball games scheduled
the entire beginning of the week
all four, same night, same time, different fields.

Must there be? Someone who takes out a single photo from the picture
coasters we have, so there can't be a whole set?

Must there be? A never-had-kids-before model, showing me what my what my
"hide-your tummy" bathing suit that I ordered, will look like, on me?

Must there be?  Literally, eleven different styled, single, black socks, in the same size?

And finally, cracking up as my one year old, surrounded by a hundred toys, chooses
instead, to climb under the desk as I type this, and pull the
computer mouse cord for entertainment.
Just sayin-  crackin up.
Hugs!

Laundry~

Okay, really?
Someone really needs to get a grip.
If it is this way, after all this time, it may be a hint that it will NEVER change.

My laundry room is ...just ugh.
People laugh and joke and kid, and I am a gamer...I am a positive person,
I like to smile as much as the next guy...
But this area of the house?  It is sincerely no joking matter.

In fact, come to think of it, nothing regarding any part of clothes, even
touches something
funny, around here.
Not seeing them, buying them, washing them, folding them...and certainly not
putting them away.

The endless piles, endless cycles, endless dirty, clean, stained, folded...
Even seeing the basket, empty or full, is enough to give me this feeling in
my stomach,
that although I have only heard of what panic attacks are like,
may give me one.

In the house we are in now, there is a laundry shoot.
I have talked about it before-being a play toy for my boys when we first
moved here.
Well, my husband seems to think it is someone of a family treasure...being
so handy and such.
"Look hon, everyone can just toss you their stuff at night, it'll make it so easy
 for you."

Easy?  Have you lived with us for long?  Did you just get here?

As if he resides in a world where it's all done, every load of clothes,
but the last of the evening.
Yeah, the family is just stripping down after a productive end of the day...
And lined up, one by one, they just
take turns tossing two pieces of clothing each, downstairs.

And there I am, can you picture me?
I stand, apron and all, at the bottom-
Big smile ready, with my fluffy little basket..
Waiting patiently in my spotless laundry room, for just this one load.
That will keep me caught up, forever...

Newsflash!  This tunnel of love, in his eyes, is (in mine), the pit of disaster.
Not only does it scream to be fun for the boys, it also has a benefit to
the "shady" Hale kids-
Their own personal, "sneaky shoot".

We have neat organized kids and we also have the other kind-
Ones that have mountains, (clean or dirty, who knows) all over the floor,
in their closets, under the beds...
You name it.

Now, these are the kids that of course, you need to tell to clean their rooms.
They don't have to have it nice, don't care if it's tidy.
And when that day (of the freakin year) comes, guess what is guaranteed to
happen?
YES. 
The tunnel is immediately beckoned upon, requested to have yet
another job-storage unit. 
Like the woman at the bottom of it, will never notice such a thing.

Is it just coincidence that the days you clean, it is stuffed so tight, it doesn't move?
Are you kiddin me??

Every single time, my lecture of cleaning up, is put upon them, the shoot literally
vomits, over half of what
I saw in their rooms, all over me.

Having said that, the family was called for a recent living room meeting.
In part due to this issue,
but even worse?
Due to the sight of one of the most disturbing things I have
witnessed in my eighteen years of being a mother.

All waited with wide eyes, wondering what this INSULT to me could be-
There was chatter, and then I entered the room, intent on proving my point.
I took out the "evidence" and lifted above my head, high in the air.
I (dramatically) pointed at it, as I called out in my "stern" voice....
THIS!!  THIS CAME THROUGH MY SHOOT TODAY!!!
In hand?
A size 8, boys t-shirt, folded.

There were no smiles, or laughs, although I did expect them...
Maybe some confusion, but only until further explanation.

"I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR TEN OUTFITS A DAY, MANY OF THEM
SMELLY AND NOT ENJOYABLE TO HANDLE.
THAT IS ADDED TO ALL THE TOWELS YOU USE, BLANKETS AND
SHEET YOU SLEEP ON,
AND ANYTHING PEED OR PUKED ON AT ANY TIME,
SO, I DESERVE SOME RESPECT.

EVERY PIECE OF CLOTHING HAS ITS OWN JOURNEY. 
IT BEGINS
WHEN YOU TAKE IT OFF AND HAS A LONG WAY TO
TRAVEL UNTIL
IT GETS ANOTHER CHANCE TO BE WORN.

IT GOES DOWN OUR SHOOT, INTO A BASKET. 
FROM THAT BASKET
IT WAITS PATIENTLY TO GET WASHED. 
AND THEN DRIED. 
AND PUT INTO ANOTHER BASKET. 
IT THEN RIDES UPSTAIRS WHERE IT GETS FOLDED AND TAKEN TO
A ROOM, UNTIL SOMEONE DECIDES (OR DOESN'T DECIDE)
TO PUT IT INTO A DRAWER.

ONLY THEN WILL IT GET TO BE PUT ON YOU, AND WORN
AROUND SCHOOL, SEEING EVERYONE AGAIN.

NOW IMAGINE, AFTER ALL THAT IT HAD TO GO THROUGH,
SOMEONE PICKS HIM UP AND
DROPS HIM TO THE FLOOR.
WELL, THAT IS SAD ENOUGH.
BUT THEN...YES,
THEN, HE GETS SWIPED UP AND THROWN INTO A PILE OF DIRTY THINGS...
AND FROM THERE, RIGHT BACK DOWN
THE SHOOT HE JUST GOT BACK FROM? 
NEVER EVEN GETTING THE CHANCE TO BE WORN!"

Even my older kids just stared at me. 
Did anyone get it?  I prayed they did...
I also hoped I didn't scar the little guys-
Making it like the shirt was alive. 
But I really wanted them to get it-there was a bigger lesson at hand. 
And that was, what the heck?

No one knew who's fault this was-
It was a size 8, but that does not mean, around here, it was the guilty party.
The point was--
Am I to bust my butt, wasting my time, and detergent, washing clean clothes too??
It's hard enough to complete the cycle for articles that truly need it.
This had to be discussed and now.
Before I ever had to feel that way again!!!

I haven't seen another folded thing come to me since.
Maybe some clean(er) things, but I wouldn't dare test,
to find that out for sure...
Just trying to open minds around here to my curse...the endless piles that consume my
every breathing moment.
Almost calling my name through the vents with every step I take around my house...

"Jennyyyy....
I know you can heearrrr meeeeeee, come wash us...."
Ugh, i have the willies just thinking of it down there....

Laundry is the worst.
I have tried sorting, buying cute bins, even the best smelling
detergents, etc to try and motivate---
Um, nothin...
It's like trying to eat a Popsicle in a snowstorm,
just not gonna happen....

I just grin and bear it, knowing it's part of having the large gang that I love...

Are you waiting for a point?
Nope, no great-ending-lesson, or moral.
Just sharing my "Hale Hurdle"...

So, next time you are at your washer, and feeling like a mountain
from you- know-where, think of me.
Not only may you laugh, but if you picture my pile,
you're sure to feel so much better !!!!   :)

Hugs! :)