Laundry

Oh its Tackle It Tuesday again! My husband hates Tackle It Tuesday because I air our dirty laundry on the internet.At Thanksgiving, he and my sister-in-law, Elysa, were talking about how I posted the underside of our bed. Both were incredulous but in subtly different ways.

Well guess what? Today I actually am tackling laundry! haha! So I really got him now. I asked him which of three things he wanted me to tackle. He chose the laundry. And by the pictures you can see why! Edward is always asking me whether he has any under garments available to wear. He has even started doing loads of laundry himself to make sure. I am so proud of him!

I must explain these pictures a bit... so you don't think to badly of us. Edward would hate to think you all are looking down on us. The red chair is full of CLEAN laundry that needs to be folded and put away. The couch has a small pile of CLEAN laundry from my shifting it this morning while I was looking for my older sons long pants. I know he has some long pants somewhere! The laundry room floor was made a mess by my daughter who had all her dolls in these and was playing house. Yes its a mess but she made it messier. (This paragraph is for you Edward. *kiss*)

This is a big job. It doesn't just entail folding and putting away clothes. First I need to go through my 6 and 4 year olds drawers and clean them out. There is stuff in three they never wear or will be too small by the time they can wear it again. Cullen's clothes go into storage for Connor when he gets older. Avery's stuff goes to donation boxes or to friends.

Then the folding begins... and the putting away. The kids rooms are downstairs near the laundry room so I will fold their stuff there. Then I have to cart everything else up to the second floor. My husband's clothes and my own, as well as , my 2 year olds. All the kitchen laundry and the bathroom towels need to come upstairs. Can you see why I avoid it?! And then by avoiding it, it gets unmanageable so I avoid it some more.

But I am ready for a feeling of accomplishment. The spark of assurance that I might actually be able to manage my own household.

I am off to tackle this mess. If I do not update this post... you will know I was sucked into the mass of laundry never to be seen or heard from again. Aahhhhhh sweet oblivion!



Viola! Laundry mountain has been conquered, kinda! But my family room looks good, at least what is inside the camera lens. Til next time... aloha!