Sunday night I thought I was 100% caught up with laundry at our house. It took me 3 days to get it done but Sunday night when I put the last of it away I smugly thought to myself “Good Job!”.
Last night for some reason I went into Hubs closet (we each have a walk in) and there in the corner was a laundry basket piled about 3 feet high with dirty clothes. I couldn’t believe it. I guess at one point while I was folding clothes I thought it was weird that there weren’t more of Hubs clothes but apparently didn’t think much more about it.
Now I know why. I have never wanted a maid, cleaning I can do. But do I ever wish we had a laundry fairy. I don’t know how our small family of three can wear so many clothes in such a short time. I can’t imagine what it would be like if we had a bunch more kids.
Hopefully next post I will have something more interesting to talk about than laundry. Maybe if you ask nicely I will bore you to tears with a window blind nightmare we have been living. But only if you ask nicely!