My mom is _amazing._ I told her about my problems finding a neat and
roommate-friendly way to dry clothes that were too delicate for even
the light cycle on the machine dryer. Hanging clothes on the bath
curtain rod resulted in far too much dripping on the linoleum floor,
and I had no idea how to go about satisfying those finicky dry-flat
clothes. I needed expert help.
And Mom rose to the occasion.
I couldn’t do anything permanent to the bathroom walls, so we searched
for a suction-based portable clothesline. That was easy to find. Then
we needed to figure out how to handle dry-flat clothes.
Mom suggested a boot tray with highly-absorbent towels or cloth
diapers on top, but we couldn’t find a nice tray. We found a sweater
rack with air holes, but we still needed to catch the liquid somehow.
Drawing upon years and years of dealing with spills and messes, Mom
came up with a brilliant idea: use a baby change pad. Highly-absorbent
cotton on one side, waterproof lining on the other. _Perfect._
I’m such a lucky girl to have such an amazing family. I love them sooooooooooo much.
There are so many things that my mom and I should do before school
starts, before she leaves, before everything else happens all at once.
But all I want to do is rest my head against her shoulder and hug her,
to breathe in and out with her, to drink in her presence and savor
just being there.
Only those who have the luxury of time can waste it in silence. To be
in the moment, not thinking about where to go next or what to do. To
simply be _there._
I’m quite pleased with my household chores whirl. It’s all neatly pipelined.