Woah! Roscoe

So I sat down to write this blog – and all I could think of was Chocolate Pudding.

So give me like… half an hour and I’ll be back with chocolate pudding and the motivation to talk to you, about life and adventures and other stuff.

I’m back and I’ve been thinking. I have this endless issue with washing. It’s not a hard thing to do, it takes mere moments to load up and hit go. Then pop out come some clean clothes which just need to be hung up to dry and care for themselves. It’s not a big deal AND it’s important. Because if you don’t wash your clothes, then you don’t have clean ones, then you wear dirty ones and look yuckie and probably smell it to and at that point it really starts to impact on your life. I know, I haven’t done washing for two weeks or so. It’s a long time..

I finally got around to do it today, which is a relief. But why I ask you, why? Is it such an easy thing to forget.

You wake up in the morning and look into your drawers or wardrobe searching for the days suitable attire, and if you don’t find it you realise washing needs to be done. But by the time you’ve settled on something else to wear in lieu of what you wanted, it has ALREADY slipped your mind that washing is required.

Well at least that’s how it works in my head.

It’s like I should get a little egg timer that sits beside my wardrobe so when I peek in I can set it, and by the time I get dressed it should go off and DING that’s right! Washing!

I guess I’m just not sufficiently domesticated yet. Sure I make pudding, but there are amazing people out there who live such smooth domestic lives. The towels and sheets are always clean, the clothes are ironed, dinner involves the perfect balance of proteins and vitamins, the floors are always shiny. Yeah, that’s not me. Not yet at least. Perhaps one day.

Not to say I don’t occasionally make an effort. Though in all honestly I think the last time I used the iron was to dry my socks in a hurry…