In which our heroine gets the laundry under control for the first time in ten years.
I remember when I had just two children and they each went to bed very early in the evening, and each had an independent playtime and naptime during the day, and my laundry “room” (a closet, actually) was on the second floor right next to our bedrooms. And I would get up in the morning and start a load of laundry immediately, then throughout the rest of the day work on drying, folding, and putting it away. And that’s all that was necessary to keep up with laundry.
Then I fell pregnant with my third, and for some reason everything fell apart. 2013 is the last time I remember being caught up on laundry.[Read more…]