laundry

Yesterday I put some clothes in the washer to wash.....

Then I had to teach, get lunch for the children. and in the noon I and kids rushed off to the refugee center. we had a lovely time there, although it was hot and crowded with so many many children. There were moments I was near to tears when we all sang together, but I held back my tears...why should I cry in front of them, when they need encouragement instead, after going through such tough and trying times. When I read their stories...I cry.

Evening came, and we celebrated my dad's birthday at dinner come karaoke. was fun. Came home, and found my laundry smelling damp and yucky , still in the washer.

Today, I added a few clothes to yesterday's yucky damp clothes in the washer, and put them all for another round of washing.

Folded my very high pile of laundry, got lunch for the kids, did some important stuff and rushed off to the library coz books were due. Dad called to say shirt was too big, so I went to collect it and rushed off to the mall to have it changed.

Evening came, got home and realised that once again, I'd forgotten to dry the clothes. Again they smell yucky and damp. :(

TOmorrow will be day 3 and third time of washing the very SAME clothes that I put into the washer yesterday. Perhaps, I'll add just one or 2 more shirts and rewash them for the 3rd time. I don't know if I will remember to dry them tomorrow coz I've got a full day of teaching. I pray I will remember...coz right before my eyes, I see a few loads waiting to be washed...