Oh sigh.
Is it pregnant brain? Mumma brain…or should I not blame either of these and just admit I’m a bit slack in the washing…oh give up the house cleaning.
Ara’s little jobs often include unloading the washing machine if I can beat her too it.
So here I am sitting one day feeling like I’ve been pulled through the bush backwards then water blasted with heat and my daughter says
“Oh Mum you’re so silly” in tune with a book we read often about a boy named Jack…who is a Silly boy.
She holds up my watch.
I’m puzzled then I click…oh goodness its just gone through the wash…on a long cycle.
But hey it still worked…well for 2 weeks afterwards…poor thing its been through a lot. Mt Bike races, Caving for hours, Being bashed while absailing down a cliff at 2am in the pouring rain…then being mouthed by my baby for 2 years…it finally died.
Now its in my handbag to get a heart transplant aka new battery.

Then next week after stripping the bed and scooping up all the sheets…I also scooped up the wooden wedge we use as a door stop.
I thought that there was a funny noise coming from the laundry but it stopped so I didn’t worry.
A very clean door stop and my daughter wagging her finger at me again.

 

Ok add to that this morning I’ve found a screw driver and two battery’s