Dirty Laundry, February 1

There are four people that live in this house. That equals two pairs of underwear (Yes, we're still working on the potty training, thank you very much!!), two onsies, four pairs of pants, four shirts, eight socks, and a few wash clothes/towels every day. That pretty much fills up a laundry basket. I feel we are drowning in laundry. I am not even the person responsible for doing the laundry and I still feel overwhelmed by it.

Mark is the laundry guy, thanks to our "special" washer. It needs to be coddled and manhandled all at the same time. Don't ask, I don't. All I know is I can't work it. I do, however, attempt to help by folding the laundry when it's done. Here is a basketful. You can pretty much walk into my house at any given time and see this very same image. No matter how often we do it, no matter how on top of things or caught up I feel, laundry wins just about every time. Hey, at least we're dressed, right?