It's funny. I don't mind doing laundry.
Yet, I always seem to be behind on it.
As of late, I'm way behind.
Way, way behind.
I'm attributing it to a slew of sickness in our abode.
Couple that with a crazy busy schedule
And add to that a backslide in my adrenal function...
Well, let's just say that Minerva is not doing her job.
So, today I look around my house and I realize we're in some dire laundry straights.
But I don't want to do the laundry all day today.
So, I'm making excuses not to do it.
So, here are my indicaters that I see (and the reasons I'm giving for putting them off):
**I have no clean shirts without stains on them
(what's a couple of spit up stains on the shirt when I have no where to go today?)
**C. had to choose between an 18M shirt and his 3T swimming shirt
(lets pretend its beach day in the house!)
**I had to choose (again) between maternity underwear and nothing
(why did these maternity undies NOT get packed away?!?!)
**I'm using an old bib as a dish cloth
(they're made out of dish towels, why not?)
**I'm wearing Halloween socks. The holey ones. Because I wore the non-holey Halloween socks yesterday.
(I'm officially declaring it 'Party on my feet' week! Next up, Christmas!)
** Dave washed himself with a dish scrubber in the shower since we had no washclothes
(Can we say the men in our lives could use a good exfoliation once in a while?!?!)
**A. has no clean clothes that matched.
(Thanks to a well placed Mix-Match day at school, courteousy of National Lutheran Schools Week)
**I only have two bath towels left on my chatroom shelves.
(Two?!?! Really? Wow, I can put off laundry for another two days. The boys can drip dry.)
Ahhh, here's to another laundry free day.