Laundry room- Friday afternoon

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie was multitasking. Baby Isabella had stopped with that random screaming thing she'd been doing earlier and progressed to full-on crying, which Annie couldn't stop her from doing. She'd heard of certain things that might help, though, so after leaving her laundry to finish washing earlier, she brought Isabella down, intending to put her on top of the dryer and let it rock her to sleep or whatever.

This would have been a better idea if only the washer had washed anything at all. In fact, when she tried to take her stuff out, a bunch of things seemed to be stuck around the turny thingie inside the machine like it was purposely keeping her clothes from her.

So now there was a frustrated Annie with undone laundry and a crying droid baby. Have fun with that.


[Open, pending LJ cooperation! Some SP at work, yadda yadda.]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla had been trying to do laundry without success since Tuesday, and Jims was now stuck wearing clothing that was too large for him.

"Please tell me this is working now," she begged.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I could if you want me to lie," she tried.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla looked extremely frustrated. "I'm this close to washing things in the sink or down in the pond or something."

She finally noticed the droid baby. "...who's that?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"This is Isabella," Annie said.

Isabella screamed again.

"She's an Ethics assignment. I thought the dryer might calm her down and nope! Of course not."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You weren't going to put her in the dryer, right?"

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"No!" she said, now realizing that yeah, okay, that seemed bad. "I heard if you put them on top of the dryer, it was soothing. I saw it on TV once."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I've never tried that," Rilla said. "Generally I just pace with Jims. I think I've walked a path across my carpet."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how you do it," Annie said seriously. "I've only had Isabella every other day and I'm pretty sure I've lost my mind twice now."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Because no one else will," Rilla replied. "He can't take care of himself and if I don't tend him when he cries, he'll just cry all the louder. Besides, if my brother can face German guns, I can handle a little baby without shirking."

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie thought she might rather go up against the guns, personally. "I give you a lot of credit. You still seem sane, and you haven't ripped out any of your hair yet..."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's a lot of it," Rilla said, "and there have been some very difficult days. And nights. Especially nights.'

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"Remind me to buy you chocolates. And a nanny," Annie said.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla smiled at her. "It's really not that bad, but I'll enjoy the chocolates. Our mothers managed."

[dollpocalypse]

After a long, hangovery day of enduring a droid crying and the horrible scent of fake droid vomit all over his pillow, newly-mohawked Topher took action.

That action was to stomp into the laundry room and fling his fake-vomit-stained Space Battles sheets and his droid baby onto the lid of a broken washer, then storm back out.

Quietly. Because ow.

Try not to laugh too hard, Annie.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

For a moment Annie could only stare, because, well... because.

And then the laughing started.

And then it stopped, with a "WHAT ABOUT YOUR BABY?" called after him.