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.
Today, I’m trying my best to resist the urge to wash all of the baby clothes in preparation for his arrival. After all, it is February 3rd and I’m not due until April. Hopefully I won’t have this urge too often, otherwise I might end up washing his clothes more than once in the next couple of months!