Blink me to the 90s part5
Terminator: The T-1000 Killer Washing. “Heck, you can't kill the washing! Dammit!” Thinking about how similar Sarah Conner and I would be at this very moment...
The morning before I saw Stacy at the school parking lot.
Alarm going off, and the air conditioning set at 25 degrees. I was already pumped for the morning with a burst of adrenalin and fresh motivation to start the day, as I was already up by 5am from breast feeding baby on his early morning feeds. Looking out through the kitchen windows, I could feel that the morning sun was already heating up the atmosphere and it was quickly setting the pace for the infamous morning school run.
The lunches all set and my face wide awake as it barely hangs onto the Revlon powder makeup, that I had just brushed on. Beaming with confidence as the kids were all ready with their freshly washed school uniforms that, I could just see the “Australias mum of the year Award” coming my way!
I was about to grab my car keys and round up the kids when I suddenly notice a dark silhouette coming from the bathroom.
Something was staring at me like a big giant mountain you couldn't miss avoiding. A giant mountain that I wasn't willing to climb, well not this particular day anyway. As I walked closer to the bathroom the dark silhouette started fading fast into the background and stealing my Australia's mothers Award with it, as it began to take its true form.
A mountain? “A pile of dirty clothes!” “What the heck!” Wet towels mixed with high visibility tradie work uniform, staring at me with those bright fluorescence yellow eyes.
"OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE!" As colourful rainbows start flying out of my mouth. “HANG YOUR DAMN TOWELS outside when you finish having a shower!" Yelling with an imaginary megaphone. "And use one towel! For the rest of the week, seeing you guys like CHANGE IT, Every FLIPPING DAY?!"
That's the sound of happiness during the week, as I think to myself. "What a load of 💩! As my morning feeling's of motivation fell flat on the concrete floor.
The sheer volume of my voice and its vibrating sound waves had literally gone through the walls and reaching to new heights, as the sound waves reached through and over the fence of our lovely neighbours Ted and Cheryl's house nextdoor. Who were minding their own business🙄 of coarse and enjoying their usual early morning routine of sitting outside and sipping coffee on their newly built verandah.
Giday mate, how's Poh Toh and baby doing?” Ted said in his deep self assured voice, taking a long sip of his morning cup of coffee, as he sees Leon walking quietly and quickly, up along his fence line.
“Morning Ted morning Cheryl, yeah their good, she's just getting the kids ready for school.” Said Leon rushing to not start a long conversation.
“Heard on the radio the rains are coming in, did you end up fixing that roof?” Ted said with a worried look.
“Nah I didn't have time mate, worked on that landscaping job, down in the Gold Coast and had to wait for the pavers to get in. It didn't come til 4pm and all our suppliers having delays, didnt get home til 6pm. I'm just lucky the customer hasn't cancelled yet from all the delays!”
Sympathising with Leon and a brief update on the forecast, Ted waved him good bye as Leon reversed down the driveway avoiding and narrowly missing his wife coming out the front door. He had already sent the txt.
Washing and washing and more washing! It just seems to be re-forming itself! Like the 90s Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. The Terminator 2, as the T-800 blows the T-1000's head apart, it reintegrates itself. A quick decision on putting another washing load on before the school run, had me yelling at the kids to get in the car and the sudden disappearance of my husband in the house? “Where is he!”
“Heck, you can't kill the washing! Dammit!” Thinking about how similar Sarah Conner and I would be at this very moment, as I kick the washing pile with utter disbelief, grabbing it with both arms and tossing the dirty pile in the washing machine. Cringing at seeing the pile of clothes at what seemed like the dirty washing pile from yesterday and the day before.
I finally walked out the door, in time to see my husband hoon down the driveway and Ted waving good bye. Not long hearing a notification bell on my mobile.
My husbands text; "Have a good day babe, had to run, can you drop some lunch off at my work, see you at lunch." 👍
Wow! Thought I was reading Shakespeare's love it! It's roar so honest mixed with real emotions that comes deeply within. God bless you sis🙏 You've got this because Gods got your back. Soldier on like a mighty worrier💪🙌