Clorox to the Dome

I spent my Sunday cleaning, as I do most Sundays after the Chargers’ season prematurely ends.  Bathrooms, vacuum, bedroom, laundry, etc.

I transport the laundry from the dryer in two shifts because unfortunately, my arms aren’t long enough to wrap themselves around the entire pile of hot cotton.

Just two seconds ago, I took one half to my bedroom to fold.  Between the time I placed the lump onto my bed and turned around to gather the rest, I absentmindedly forgot that I had done this.  I took the second half of the laundry to my Dad’s room and folded it.

I got indescribably pissed after I walked past my bedroom and realized I was only halfway through playing maid for the household.  And, it was due to my own stupidity that it now seemed as if I had twice as much laundry weighing my to-do list down.

On an unrelated note, my Dad just asked me to cook dinner, but advised me to take all of the tennis balls out of the oven before I preheat it.

I think this entire family has taken too much Clorox to the dome.