Monday, September 17, 2012
On your marks
The family ran another race over the weekend. And by family I mean my husband and daughters.
The cool morning air meant long sleeves and visible breath.
The gun fired and the racers ran out of sight. I found a comfortable curb to sit on and wait the 19 minutes until Razor showed back up.
I sat near a group of women that were rooting on the runners like myself. I wasn't trying to listen in on their conversation (pinkie swear) but did hear a mom talking about laundry. She was saying that it's never ending and only seems to be getting worse as her children age. She said, "The fact that 100% of my kids' clothes are turned inside out is about to drive me insane! It takes me forever just to sort the blasted laundry."
I smiled to myself. Happy in my knowledge that I wasn't alone in that department.
Licious ran in around the 29 minute mark. Boo wasn't far behind at 32 minutes.
Then we all came home.
I started laundry.
Then I hollered, "Girls! Get in here and turn your clothes right side out!"