I’m Honest About My Laundry
It’s time to air out the laundry.
I’m going to be honest with you.
It ain’t pretty, but it is true.
I want YOU to feel better about yourself. About your smaller piles. About the fact that YOU fold your own laundry.
Not your Mother-In-Law.
Folks, I need help. And I have known my MIL since I was a junior in high school.
The woman has seen me nurse . . . a newborn. Ladies, ’nuff said–don’t you agree?
Mr. Smackdown delighted in creating this laundry pile. He got to use a backhoe. Who wouldn’t be excited about that? I don’t know how my MIL felt when she saw this outlandish pile of clean clothes that had accumulated for two days of continuious washing.
And. She. Folded. All. Of. It.
I would wager to guess that this is 12+ loads of laundry. And in case you are wondering . . . I use Charlie’s Soap.
And that pile doesn’t even include the cloth diapers.
Sigh . . . .