I Heart Doing Laundry
I find it truly amazing how two tiny human beings can possibly generate such an enormous amount of laundry in as little as three days. I am the one that dresses them, so it always remains a mystery how after a few days half of their wardrobe, if not more, ends up in the hamper. How? Do they get up in the middle of the nigh unbeknownst to me and play dress up while I sleep fitfully across the hall? It's crazy.
And when I couple their clothes with my husband's clothes, I seriously am doing laundry every other day....multiple piles (yes, I am the totally anal retentive that seperates whites, colors and lights). I bathe every day and change my clothes but for some reason my items are always a tiny little mound while my husband who works, goes to the gym and takes off his socks in the middle of the night only to forget about them and use another pair the next morning generates enough dirty clothes to dress a small nation.
I really used to love doing laundry, like I used to love cleaning house. It was therapeutic to me. Not so much anymore. Which reminds me, I have to go fold lilliputian sized jeans and t-shirts before the kids wake up from their nap and decide there is nothing more fun than to wade through my neatly folded piles of laundry.....







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