of how many loads of laundry I do in a week. I feel like I need to catch up before I start my tally, but I’m never actually caught up. Hmm. . . I guess I have to start somewhere.
So here’s the start of the count (Josh folded 4 baskets last night — not counting those). I washed one last night, another is washing right now and I have 2 more waiting to go in. I’m going to get logjammed though, because I’m almost out of laundry detergent. I have to remember to go buy some tomorrow on the way home from soccer. I can visualize at least 2 more loads upstairs in the boys rooms (between the clothes actually in the dirty clothes bin and strewn around on the floor) and I probably have at least one load of towels. I don’t wash sheets nearly as often as I should, but that would be another load. The washing isn’t bad. It’s the folding and putting away that I hate. Especially the putting away part.
Take the above paragraph and lather, rinse and repeat. That would be my week.