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.