Lazy Sunday Afternoon - HA!
We are poor unfortunate souls who have no washer/dryer hookups inside our apartment and thus are doomed to periodically (ok, more like once a month) enter the hell that is...the Laundromat. Trips to the Laundromat are put off as long as possible at our house and usually only become a priority when one or both of us are going commando. (yes, you read that right, we own enough underwear to last a month). That time hit on Friday night when N casually mentioned his `lack'. "I guess it's time to go to the Laundromat then" I answered. "Yeah" he answered back without much enthusiasm. That's as far as it went. Saturday, we got as far as sorting the clothes and loading them into my car, but that was it. Today at about three in the afternoon we realized we could put it off no longer, so off we went.

I'm not sure if it's like this everywhere, but every Laundromat I've ever been to is, well, GROSS! The floor looks like it hasn't been swept or mopped in a century or two. Portions of the tiles are missing in places, and there is a glaze of unidentifiable crap down the front of every washer, looking as if they all had spent the night on a bender and ended up sleeping in their own vomit. Have I mentioned that I hate the Laundromat? N and I both sat there wondering, where are the Laundromats that you see on TV, the ones immaculately maintained and full of beautiful people washing their silken underwear? Instead, we're stuck watching the homeless lady put lipstick on using the reflective surface of the pay phone change box, and the little pregnant Mexican lady with 5 kids who was dropped off by her husband and can barely carry the laundry from washer to dryer, much less chase down her two year old son who running screaming around the washing machines. Did I mention I hate the Laundromat? Oh, and did I fail to mention that it was 91 degrees here today?

On a positive note, my son called me again today. It's like someone took the angry, terse young man that's been living in his body for the past three years and gave me the little boy who used to sit on my lap every night before going to bed back. To give you a clue as to what our relationship has been like:

*ring*ring*
M: Hello?
Me: Hi! It's Mom!
*pause*
Me: Hello?
*pause*
Me: Hello?
One of my girls: Hi Mom!

Yeah - that's right, he couldn't even be bothered tell me `hold on'.

And yet in the past two days he's called me three times, and when he figured out my cell phone battery was dead, he called the house, just to tell me how his games went. I'm a happy mom!

And this entry makes me VERY happy that I'm 35, my youngest is 10 and N and I are NOT having more children despite those around us commenting on what beautiful babies we'd make (including my 10 year old daughter).