Lesson #8: The laundry is never done.
Literally as I was sitting down to write this, I ran upstairs and took a quick photo in Sam's closet. This is right now. Those clothes on the floor are dirty. The ones in the basket are clean. How do you tell the difference? Smell them. ;)
Along with the fact that my glass doors will never again be clear and free of tiny fingerprints, I am learning to accept the fact that it is completely impossible to ever truly catch up on laundry. (And by learning to accept, I mean rarely doing laundry like I should and settling for wrinkled mismatched clothes from the basket since they virtually never get hung up and folded neatly between wears.)
I thought the infant months were bad - what with explosive diapers and fountains of spit-up; but, at least then bibs were more acceptable. (I can barely find a bib that fits around Sam's neck now and they all make him look goofy.) These days, we are in the sit-in-the-dog-bowl, play-in-the-dirt, rub-banana-all-over-my-shirt stage; and, let me tell you... I have the laundry to prove it. TONS of it.
And... Just when I think I am finally done/finished/caught-up; that darn baby goes and needs to wear a new outfit the next
hour day. ;) It is never-ending. Of course, it also doesn't help that he loves to assist with my laundry duties by strewing clean clothes all over the dirty floors (not that I have dirty floors or anything) whenever he gets the chance; making literally my only time to put away said clothes being when he is sleeping... In his room... Where I need to put away all the clothes. Do you get my gist?
So... Take my word for it pregnant gals - or those of you who plan to be pregnant one day - buy your carseat, crib, stroller, and breastpump on Craigslist* and register for a new washer and dryer instead.
Here's an encouraging (and free) printable from Three Little Monkey's Studio to end on a positive note. Although, I must admit, I'm still skeptical...
P.S. Please resist the urge to tell me to just do one load of laundry every single day. I can barely get my teeth brushed every single day people... please! (Kidding. Mostly.)
This post is part of a series for 31 Days of Change hosted by The Nester. To see my other "lessons," click here.
*I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to use used car seats and I'm undecided on the sanitary-ness of using someone elses' breast pump... Those items were just included for effect. ;)