Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Let's Talk Laundry.
Yesterday I actually saw the bottom of my laundry pile. I know, cause a hairy black spider was there. No doubt he has been there for several weeks now. He probably has a wife and a small family by now.
Sometimes my laundry pile is so mountainous I feel like I need to hire a sherpa.
And even with all those clothes, my kids still insist on dressing like an ad for a thrift store. Yesterday, my daughter wore a yellow sun-dress over some black and purple velvet stretch pants. She said it felt pretty. Kudos to her. My daily track pants/tee-shirt ensemble feel like, well, sweats. Nothing pretty there.
Gone are the days for small wash loads in this house. When I gave birth to the twins, I had four kids under the age of three. I could literally put every single article of clothing my children owned into one wash load. No one was bigger than a 2T. I loved the scent of Tide, and would actually be excited about trying the new scents of fabric softener. Spring Bouquet, Tropical Breeze, Mountain Meadow!
Now they are all bigger, and play dirtier. Laundry day is every day.
So you can imagine my sheer and utter joy and amazement at actually seeing the bottom of the laundry pile!
This of course, was short-lived. My two year old wet the bed last night. The laundry gods are laughing! I have stuffed animals and bedding to wash today. Somehow, defying the odds of science, a 4-ounce Juicy Juice box was enough stimulation to cover sheets, a blanket, a bedspread, and four stuffed animals.
It's going to be a while before all that is April Fresh.