LAUNDRY!!!!
As some of you may know, we've been packing up a lot of stuff and prepping the house to look fabulous for selling. I've been busier than usual with said projects, plus 4 kiddos, a husband who's in the throws of studying for his final and biggest board test
("Down with part IV!!!"), book reports
(Kolbi's, yuck!), well you get the picture . . . . my point is, basically . . . I'm a big whiner!
Anyhoo, laundry has kind of fallen by the wayside, and in a house of 6, that means we've been buried in laundry. And let me tell you, someone has a stinky sock problem in this household!! Uh, Not pretty!
Yesterday and today have been laundry catch-up day. It's a good thing my little washer and dryer are such clydesdale work horses trapped in a shetland pony body
(Boy do I ever dream of those lovely, spacious front loaders where you can wash a jillion pairs of jeans, all the towels in the house and a mattress at the same time!) These poor things are moaning and puffing, "I think I can! I think I can!"
Sadly, these pictures don't even represent all of the laundry stuck in individual laundry baskets. On a Pollyanna side note . . . we are truly blessed to have enough clothes to prevent unwanted nudity in our house.
(although certain members of this household are perfectly pleased with the skin they're in and prefer to show it off with a few well-placed accessories rather than cover it up with frivolous drapings and trappings).
Poor Aiden can attest that mom sometimes gets in these overzealous "modes"
(i.e., laundry mode, dishwashing mode, hair-cutting mode, etc.) and if you get in her way . . . well, it's your funeral.
