Laundry haunts me,  Taunts me. Gaunt me. Colours, darks and delicates, Whites, tights, even hand-knits All call out for some attention. The kids do too, I need not mention. Frazzled, hassled, sleep deprived, For empty wash baskets I have strived. But boys like muck and grass-stained knees And what food leaves no stain ‘cept cheese? Toddlers… Continue reading Laundry Haunts Me