Saturday, September 10, 2011
I hate laundry. Let me say it again...I LOATHE laundry. I can tolerate the washing and drying and even the folding...sometimes that feels therapeutic to me. It's the putting away and the hanging up that I hate. Since we moved into this house a year ago, I've been falling behind on my laundry duties. Lugging the laundry downstairs to clean and then upstairs to put away makes my disdain for it even stronger. To top it off, this summer it seems like all three of my guys have been wearing more clothes in one day than a house full of teenage girls. Jon changes clothes when he gets home from work. The boys change from jammies, to clothes, to a swimsuit, to another set of clothes, and back to jammies. I HATE laundry!