Guys, I did it. I reached the bottom of the laundry basket! Never did I think I would see the day and I’m vastly unprepared for the range of emotions I’m currently feeling. I’ve been averaging two-four wash loads per day pretty much since the girls were born. In other exciting news I’ve also pretty much given up half of our sofa to a clean but unfolded pile of laundry. I knew it was getting a bit out of control because when I was watching TV the other night I used a bath towel as a blanket and was kind of okay with it.
After Sunday’s mass contamination from the Panic Station Brown event, I spent the better parts of Monday and Tuesday washing and cleaning. I felt like death warmed up but hey, we all know a Mum’s duty never really stops until she’s admitted to hospital.
There I was on Monday evening, all giddy with excitement (it doesn’t take much these days) thinking that I only had one last load to do. Imagine my surprise at finding all of these extra clothes in the hamper come Tuesday morning. I swear, I’d think I had an additional two people living here if I wasn’t absolutely sure Hubby just waits until the basket is nearly empty before depositing his pile of dirty clothes. Thanks for that by the way Michael.
I cracked on all Tuesday morning and was reveling in the rarity that is an empty laundry basket when I spotted this…
The tiniest of socks, hidden in a corner at the very bottom of the hamper. Total face palm moment. I knew I could never be one of those women who have it all.