With kids comes mountains and mountains of laundry.
I swear it wasn’t even that bad until Little Bear entered the world.
Somehow, with the addition of one tiny, little baby came the edition of two extra loads of laundry per week. How is that even possible?!
That doesn’t math right…
The great thing about laundry is that you can never completely catch up. Unless you live in a nudist colony, then I guess this post wouldn’t be very relatable for you. Or if you were to institute Stark Naked Sundays or something you are forever and always making more laundry.
And kids seem to be pro at creating laundry.
On top of that, not only can you not possibly catch up on laundry; but then trying to fold it with kids around is like an olympic event.
I fold the clothes. I stack the clothes. I step away to put some clothes away. And I return to little hands throwing clean clothes all over the living room.
Why do I bother?!
So, then it becomes a race to see how quickly I can fold and put away the clothes so as to avoid the tornado that is small children to wreak havoc on my freshly cleaned laundry.
Which I guess – if you’re a glass half full kind of guy or gal – is actually a good thing. Instead of procrastinating and leaving a mountain range of laundry across my couches for days and days, the fear of rock slides endangering the children at every moment, I actually fold AND put it all away rather quickly!
Let the crowds rejoice!
No one is rejoicing besides me?
Well, there’s another load of laundry waiting for me in the dryer, so there you have it, it’s been just another Manic Mom-day!
How does laundry go in your house?! Not as crazy as it does in mine?! Where’s your favorite laundry folding spot?