Now That's What I'm Talking About

Today I am posting about laundry.  Not because I think anyone has any interest in it whatsoever, but because it is such a huge part of life around here.  And I mean HUGE.

I have tried for years to do laundry once a week (sorted, washed, folded and put away), all within a one-day (and that's waking hours) time period.  I would tell myself that if I only had to do laundry for one day out of the whole week, no matter how horrendous that day was, it would all be worth it.  Then I would have 6 lovely laundry-free days to sit back, relax, and not worry about clean clothes.  I made sure everyone in the family had enough clothes to make it through a full week:  underwear, undershirts, jeans... everything.  This grand plan, however, has only come to fruition on rare occasions.  Most weeks I end up doing laundry for two or three days (yes, sometimes four), with the final load sitting in the dryer waiting to be folded until laundry day of the following week.  It's not that I'm lazy.  Just busy.  And let me tell you, my family creates a ton of laundry.

I thought as Taylor and Britta left home the laundry would decrease.  The laundry-in-a-day would become more realistic.  Not so.  I have a couple of daughters here at home that have made up the slack and go through 2 to 3 to 4 clothing changes a day.  Sleeping attire (no, you don't need a new pair every night), workout clothes, sweats, swimsuits, towels, sports uniforms, jeans, shirts, socks and HOODIES.  I swear some weeks I've washed over a dozen hoodies.  What's up with that?  

So what's a mother to do?  What she should have been doing all along.  Having those kids wash their own clothes.  Starting today.  Hallelujah.

As Shilo sorted her laundry this morning she talked about how she's going to be more conservative.  Wear clothes more than once.  Not go through a million towels in a week.  Tomorrow it's Lexee's turn.

And just to clarify, I have gone through periods of time where Taylor and Britta did their own laundry too.  I didn't send them off coddled and spoiled.  And, as they have returned home to visit I am happy to say that I have not had to do one ounce of their laundry.  Now that's what I'm talking about.