This is how I do laundry. Let me explain.
Most of what I write on here is about my momness. But every now and then I feel compelled to share someone else's momness. And really, this is soooo educational.
My friend Beck and I share a dark side of comedy and life. I think it's evident here. We always have. And typically, not many others share it. But perhaps moms across the universe will get this one. Because when the day is done, I mean really, let's be real - it's the darkside you've got to laugh at.
Me: "I was trying to explain to a pal how I get all the laundry done, but then have to do the laundry that built up while I was doing laundry. I call it the residual laundry. Because it turns out, they don't want to run around naked for two days while I do laundry. The nerve."
Her: "I know what you mean. Every day, every night, it's just erased and you start over. It's a wash every day, every chore, every hour."
Me: "It's like groundhog day."
Her: "That's why I make their halloween costumes. No one's going to remember all the dishes I did, the laundry. And they probably won't remember these damned costumes either. But it's tangible. I can look back at those costumes and say, I made their halloween costumes." (And here's where her smart pants comes in) "You know, there's this greek mythological story about a guy who's getting tortured, they strap him to a tree, and a piece of his liver gets eaten every day. The problem is, his liver keeps regenerating. So, it just keeps happening over and over."
I googled it later, and got this from Wikipedia: In Greek mythology, Prometheus is a Titan, the son of Iapetus and Themis, and brother to Atlas, Epimetheus and Menoetius. He was a champion of human-kind known for his wily intelligence, who stole fire from Zeus and gave it to mortals.[2] Zeus then punished him for his crime by having him bound to a rock while a great eagle ate his liver every day only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day. His myth has been treated by a number of ancient sources, in which Prometheus is credited with - or blamed for - playing a pivotal role in the early history of humankind.
Really, sounds like the beginning of a mom to me. Right?
Me: "That's sick, Beck."
Her: "I know, but it's so true. There's another mythological story where a guy has to roll a boulder up a hill. So, every day he rolls the boulder up. He accomplishes his goal, gets it up the hill. And then it rolls back down. He's gotta start back over. But I like the visual of the liver getting eaten better."
Me: "Bahahahah!!!!"
Her: "Bahahahahaha!!!"
I googled the rock roller too. Even more momness oozed out. It's again from Wikipedia:
In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was a king punished in Tartarus by being cursed to roll a huge boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, and to repeat this throughout eternity.
The word sisyphean means, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, "endless and unavailing, as labor or a task."
Endless and unavailing as labor or a task is right, y'all. I think I'll call her for coffee talk more often.
That's how I roll.
