I term this a hamster wheel of domestic bliss. My husband laughed, knowing I appreciate our comfortable household environment.
The cycle started when I wanted eggs on toast for breakfast. Our reliable (only) bread toasting option, an air fryer, needed cleaning. Within a minute I found myself needing more paper towels to best finish the job.
We store paper products downstairs by the laundry room. So, having begun washing and drying a few loads the evening before, I grabbed my clean clothes basket.
About forty-five minutes later I finally ate. What a blessing my schedule is only ruled by cat demands. And I wouldn’t have that any other way. Sweet old Jezebel sat tucked by my side as I typed.
Do you own a washer and dryer? If you’ve used a public laundry, has anyone ever stolen items?