Plain and simple, it's my nemesis. But. It's getting worse. I remember I hit a wall when I had one child. It was SO MUCH! Then add another, and then another. And all of them, as they grow, their clothes grow. And, recently, both my girls have regressed with their nighttime accidents, so we have multiple sets of sheets to wash some days. It's just a boat load of laundry.
I ask you, what will it be like when I have 3. teenagers.
Oh, yeah. They will do their own laundry...
Since we moved into our new house, I just have not been able to get on top of it. There is always much laundry. Even when I make a huge effort to get it all done, there's more that appears out of nowhere.
These are the (frequent) conversations we have:
Corene: Mommy, I don't have any underwear, but it's ok. I can wear the underwear from yesterday.
Me: NO, you can not wear a pair of underwear 2 days in a row.
Corene: Actually, 3.
Me: Excuse me?
Corene: I already wore them for two days.
Me: (covering ears) La la la. I didn't hear that.
Corene: I SAID, I ALREADY WORE...
Me: I know, I heard you. (digging through the laundry basket of clean clothes) Here's a pair of clean underwear.
Corene: That's Ava's underwear!
Me: Put them on. (They have the same size behind, really)
(Ava sitting cross-legged in her skirt at the table)
Me: (noticing that a certain undergarment is missing from Ava's bum) Ava, did you forget to put your underwear back on when you just went potty?
Ava: No, I didn't have underwear today.
Me: Excuse me?
Ava: I couldn't find any this morning. But, I had a skirt on. You couldn't see my bum.
Me: Ava! You were over at Luke's house today playing in the dirt! And you didn't have any underwear on??
Corene: (piping in) It's ok, Mom. Whenever I could see her bum I reminded her to sit like a lady.
Me:(covering ears) La la la. I didn't hear that.
Corene: I SAID...
And I'm not even going to address the issue of having nonstop baskets of clean clothes that don't get put away. Our issue in the above scenarios doesn't mean we don't HAVE clean clothes. It means they can't FIND them.
And, babysitters can't find them, and Grambies can't find them. Yes, even DADDIES can't find them.
It is making me crazy. I'm so sick of it, I'm reinventing the wheel.
So. I have a new plan. I am going to[try to] do 1-2 loads of laundry each and every day (ok, most days), and put it away that day. Folded and put away. My thought is that if I do just a little at a time and make a habit of it, it will be easier to handle, instead of having 8 loads and being overwhelmed by it. I'm thinking that it will take me 30-45 minutes of my day if I do it this way.
What do you think? Will this work? This is Grambie's way, she's been suggesting this would make my life easier for years. But I've never been interested in buckling down and being good about it. So here I go.
Wish me luck.
I'll update you on my progress.
And just to be real, I'll include pictures.
But not today.
I'm starting tomorrow.
Actually, I'm putting away the clean clothes tomorrow. So I'm starting on Thursday.