I used to love laundry. Before the kids-BFK. Laundry was the one chore I could start, finish and put away, and not have to think about for a whole week. And it gave me an excuse to watch bad TV. Of course most chores were more enjoyable, or at least less constant BFK. Plus there was more bad TV.

My current embroidery project
Monday = Laundry

For the first few weeks after big-sis was born laundry was a dream. In my memories I am sitting on our sofa in a sort of Doris Day haze, you know, fuzzy golden light flowing around the new mother. I remember folding all of the onesies, and washcloths and socks and thinking how perfect it all was.

For me growing with the girls has been fast trip away from perfect. Not that that things were ever prefect before, but I had all these delusions of the perfect environ the girls would be raised in. Hah!

Inevitably I woke up one day and looked around. She had a lot of tiny onesies and washcloths and socks. For the past seven years it has been a never ending stream.

me doing laundry in July-try not to stare at those shorts, eek!

Over the years our laundry habits have changed. We recently have started making our own laundry soap-I’ll post the recipe and explanation tomorrow. I try to dry as much of it outside as I can. Over the summer when I am home with the kids I can get by with doing just one load of towels in the dryer, thank you very much. Not perfect, but manageable. And definitely much better than BFK.

What do you think?
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Categories:   Organizing, Clothes, Chores, Laundry.
Posted:   Monday, November 12th, 2007 at 7:05 am