It’s been two days since I last did laundry. Two. Days. And this is what I have going on:
I have a load of towels in the washing machine, sheets in the dryer, plus the two baskets full of clothes and the additional laundry on the floor. Sometimes I find myself wondering why I’m always doing laundry. Well … this is why. Because I let it go for almost three days and now I have THIS.
Are other families just neater than we are? I go through several changes of clothes a day between working out, going outside in the dirt, running errands, or feeding the baby — who has taken a strong liking to spitting out his food with glee.
Then there is ONE, who has mastered the potty but still manages to pee on his clothes an awful lot. And last night he peed in his bed. And since we had to change his sheets, I figured I might as well change ours too. Just to keep everything even. Because I have OCD. Not really. Like not officially. I think I just have it a tiny bit.
Anyway, as I was typing this, I realized that if I just let us all wander around in the same clothes all day I would have a lot less laundering to do. But that would also mean that one of my children would smell like piss, the other one would be smeared with carrots and spit up, and I would be covered in all three. All day.
No thank you. Laundry’s not that bad.