I think, she really thought she was climbing Mount Everest.
I don't even know why I am showing this, but this is what has become my laundry day. I really should say laundry week. I need a housekeeper. Oh! how I would like her. I don't know how this happens. Okay, maybe I do. I live with little people who spill things, spit up things, play with dirty things, you name it and it happens in our house. I also live with a husband who likes to change what he is wearing three times a day. We all know where all those outfits go after he has worn them a couple hours. I still love him. I have to admit that I'm sure I don't help our problem. I would like to think to myself that laundry day or umm.. week, looks this way for everyone. I can't be the only mom who fights this war. I hate folding laundry by the way. I hate putting it away, too. A family of four goes through a lot of clothes in a week... ok two weeks. I do laundry every two weeks and this is why it looks like this. I don't like doing laundry. I do like clean clothes though, so it is a must. Maybe one day my children will help... haha.


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