Today, I woke up early to eat breakfast (I don’t normally do) and help my mom do the next worst thing — laundry. (itsahmiracle!)

As I sat on that tiny stool in the laundry area, I can’t help but feel conscious as my mom, tita and the helper looked over my shoulder, with traces of snicker in their faces, watching me as I pressed for a pathetic attempt to do all my laundry from the last two weeks. I loaded them, operated the washing machine, unloaded them and lightly washed them again. Finally, I was excited to do the rinsing process. And after I did a one-round on all of ‘em, I groaned inwardly when I realized I have to do it again, not only once, but twice. Argh. I wanted to ask my mom if I could be excused so I could watch TV. I knew she wouldn’t mind, but I decided to stay, replaying mentally what my 3rd Grade Teacher used to tell us, “Perseverance means finishing what you’ve started.” And so, I did. After everything — even hanging them all on the clothesline — I told myself triumphantly, “Hey, that was fun!” nyehehe! :D

Thoughts I had while doing the laundry:

  • Hey! I have 4 unclean IVCF shirts!
  • Labanderas around the world should be awarded nobel prizes..
  • I adore the one who came up with fabric softeners!
  • Eh? My clothes can’t be this dirty, can it?
  • Uhh.. do we have to rinse these again? Nobody will notice anyway.