everyday life: folding laundry

Most liveaboards do their laudry at a marina laundry room somewhere on the property. That's the deal we have here, basic coin operated machines a short walk from the boat. (see here to read about that)

Then we haul the bag (which is often stuffed bursting at the seams and resembles a body bag) to the boat and proceed like any other household to sort, fold, and put away. Naia gets to be right in the thick of it. She coos and gurgles like the Queen of Clean on the top of the mountain of laundry, watching he colors and textures pass around her.

And I sit on the floor next to her, pulling out a shirt, and then some pants, and a skirt -- like playing baby Jenga seeing what I can snatch out of the pile without toppling the mountain, baby and all.

Usually by the end of the process, she is passed out, and I end up making a laundry bed for her to rest on while I move on to the next chore.

It's a rough life for this litte pupkin.