Best. Invention. Ever.

Okay, so maybe not the best invention of all time (because I know if you asked the bf, he'd say the iPad), but it's definitely my favorite invention of the week:

The Bounce Dryer Bar

I hate doing laundry. And unlike most people, it's not just the folding. It's everything about it. I've got to cart loads of clothes (we seem to have more laundry than most two person households), re-sort them (because the bf usually just tosses things into either side with no regard for color), fight them into the machine (it's one of those stacked W/D combos), pour in soap (which inevitably makes a mess), bleach if necessary (which is ever so tedious, trying not to ruin the clothes I'm wearing), actually remember to move them (I seem to have to rerun them again far too often), dry them (and hoping I remembered a dryer sheet), fold them, put them away, fight the dog for the dryer sheet and clean up pieces of said dryer sheet for days.  

No one likes doing laundry.

But this little invention makes what is an unbearable a little more bearable. No worrying about whether I actually used a dryer sheet. No problems with running out of dryer sheets (at least for three months). No more fighting the dog for the dryer sheet, having to pull pieces out of her mouth and cleaning it up off the floor. not to mention it's actually cheaper (at least here) than a box of dryer sheets that would last the same amount of time.

I've had mine for a week now and it's working great. I did see (via some googling) that a lot of other people have had problems with them falling off, melting, ruining clothing etc. I haven't had a single one. 

My recommendation? Buy one and try it first with a load of old towels. Because it's totally worth it.

Now I've got to get back to DOING the laundry, not just whining about it [if only whining DID really get things done :) ]

Whoopsie.

Sundays are great. We try to get our errands and chores done Saturday so that we can do nothing on Sundays. So yesterday, we stayed in our pj's all day and watched season 3 of Lost.

I mean, how could you not want to cuddle with this little thing?

Well... I think she just about pushed me past my breaking point (it's a good thing she looked so ashamed of herself).

I try to wash our sheets on Mondays. Freyja usually follows me around as I'm doing my chores, so nothing unusual as she follows me into the bedroom while I strip the bed. I assumed (very wrongly) that she had followed me back out. Ten minutes later as I'm unloading the dishwasher, I hear her whimpering and crying... I have to admit I was freaking out because I thought she was hurt. As I'm frantically trying to find her, I figure out she's still in the bedroom.

And I open the door to this:

That's right. She had somehow gotten underneath the mattress pad and decided it would be easier to chew her way out rather than climb back out the way she came. So the whining and whimpering? She was stuck.

Normally, I would have gotten furious (let's just say I'm not known for my patience), but I think I was so shocked that I just started laughing.

So I did make her wait a bit before rescuing her (just long enough to snap a few pics).

I think she looks pretty embarrassed...

And maybe just a little ashamed. 

Here's to a much calmer Tuesday.

The joys of ironing

I am not a domestic diva. I hate all housework, with one exception: ironing.

I learned from my dad how to iron because "it looked fun" and somehow, it still is. So I do 99% of the ironing in our house; even though none of it is mine. 

It doesn't hurt that the bf can't iron to save his life (but that's okay, he's good at lots of things I really hate doing). And I can't send him to work looking like a kid that just started dressing for school on his own.

So, I iron a few times a week.

And there's something kind of rewarding from turning this:

into this: