My dad recently mentioned to me that I’m doing laundry every time he visits – for the entire time he’s here. He doesn’t only come on my laundry days and, since we live in different states, he is here for more than a short visit. He’s right. I do A LOT of laundry.
Today, I sorted and washed five loads of laundry. I was feeling pretty accomplished when my last load went into the washing machine. Then I walked into the living room to find that C had spit up on himself and everything around him. *sigh*
The tagline to motherhood should read as follows…
Welcome to motherhood: Your restful nights are over and your life now revolves around a washing machine.