MonkeyPants

Washed Out.

The couple on the main floor of our house have a new baby boy! His name is Moss. At first I was ambivalent about the name, but now it’s beginning to grow on me. (Cymbal crash!) Did you see what I did there?

Anyway, the new mother’s mother has come from Nova Scotia to stay for two weeks, to help out. And her version of helping out seems to be washing everything in the house, possibly repeatedly.

Since she arrived a week ago, the washer and dryer have gone almost nonstop from 8am to 9pm. I know that the arrival of a new baby means more laundry, but how can one infant necessitate an extra five loads a day, every day?

I’m looking forward to consistently warm showers when the New Grandmother is gone. So are the rest of the denizens of the house, I’m betting.