My financial controller has been gone several days. She is on a mission to get her parents relocated into a resident program so they will have meals, help when they need it and so forth. As usual, when she is gone, I try not to break anything. The trick is to define, "break anything." I am not good at domestic duties.
I’m sure she will be pleased that I have discovered a new way to fold the laundry - that is those items that survived me doing the laundry. In my defense, the span between the times I have to do these things is so long, I forget how she wants them. Without going into great detail, I am really bad at folding undergarments. It just may be that "getting your panties in a wad" is the easiest way for me to fold. I’ve discovered if you can get them into a drawer and shut it, that’s how they should be folded.
Changing the bed linens is a story that is best left to the imagination. Let’s just say that I have no problem sleeping wrapped in a sheet and hope she learns to wrap herself in the one I had left over.
Sweeping, vacuuming and mopping is not too hard to do, if you remember not to mop first. I have made a note of that.
She won’t be surprised to find that the one that really needs help is me.
PMO
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