I thought I would get a chance to get caught up here this weekend, but, invariably, it was not to be.
I did do at least twelve loads of laundry, and I noticed an ongoing trend in my coffee table laundry piles:
38%-Mr. Incredible (He works out every. single. day. Thus, two to three changes per day.)
24%-Miss Proper (Junior high fashion woes.)
22%-RNR (Never met a white shirt she could not permanently stain the first time she wears it.)
10%-Bonus (Rarely wears pants on non-school days).
5%-General Household Items
Everytime I do laundry, I wonder how it is humanly possible for my little family to wear that much clothing. Because I do laundry almost every day. At least three times a week. My pile will generally contain several pairs of panties, one or two nightgowns, a blouse, a t-shirt, a twin holder, and a skirt or other assorted bottom. Sometimes two bottoms and two blouses. But only if there has been a ketchup incident. Or illness. And even then, my little pile represents about one percent of all laundry sorted, washed, dried, folded and put away.
I'm thinking of a little experiment where the two female children have to do a week's worth of laundry each. I'll let you know how that works out for me. I have a feeling they might decide to embrace the "jeans-do-not-need-to-be washed-every-single-time-you wear-them" philosophy that their mother adheres to. In college, I wore a fantastic pair of men's Gap jeans for an entire semester without washing them. Granted, by the end of the semester, they could stand in the corner by themselves and would shuffle over to my bed when I called them in the morning, but, they were soft and fit me perfectly. And, no, they did not look disgusting or smell. I'm pretty sure they were lucky jeans, too, because I had never had so many dates. I'm all for the raw denim movement. If you are unfamiliar with this, click here.
And any thought I may have had about getting caught up after the weekend, well, they were also dashed when I spent the better parts of Tuesday and Wednesday in bed with the WORST stomachache I have had in a long time. Apparently, a nasty little bug has been going around, and it was my turn to host said virus. Not very fun.
Today I have to make up for the last two days by cleaning, doing laundry, and going to the Krogert because we literally have no cheese. I think this is the first time in sixteen and a half years of marriage that this has happened. It's basically a state of emergency in our home. I'm not sure how I let my home get into such a sad state. I will rectify by purchasing copious amounts of cheddar, feta, cottage, mozzarella, parmesan, mexican blend, and shingle cheese right now.