My Happy place

Who would have ever in a million years would have thought that doing laundry in my dank basement would in my mind be considered an escape. I have quite a set up down there. The entire main room has clothes lines running the length so I can hang clothes as I go. A couple of wire cubbies allow me to sort each members clothes into their own little cubbies. And a 6 foot banquet table that used to be used for scrapbooking has become my folding table. I just brought down my ironing board since I've got a ton of purdy new clothes that might need ironing.

I relish those 15-30 minute snippets of time where I'm folding laundry in the basement with both the washer and dryer humming to drown out the screaming, kiddo video, or annoying constant "noise" of a parade of infant toys all singing their own tune all at the same time. Ahhh, it's paradise! It reminds me I need to go start another load. ~ hmmm maybe I should stash a book or a magazine somewhere and take some extra time "sorting socks."

I got big plans for my dank little basement. Soon I'd like to put some fresh paint up. Maybe set up a sewing cabinet. In the other room one day I hope to have padding on the floors of some kind so the kiddos can play. Ohhh scratch that, it would defeat the purpose. Maybe instead I'll make a little workout room.