This is what was waiting for after I got out of the shower. The diaper was less than 2 hours old...! So afterwards, I got the delightful task of doing an emergency load of laundry so it can contribute to the world record in process:
It's days like this that I miss being amongst friends and family and I can just pick up the phone and call in some sympathetic relative to either help me fold or entertain the baby so I can fold. Preferably help me fold. Or rather, fold for me. But alas, the most help that I can expect to receive is from my deranged shoe-polishing-shirt-ironing-obsessed husband. Things do not look good for me.
Maybe I can train one of the dogs to do it...
Maybe I can train one of the dogs to do it...
2 comments:
Oh, you poor thing. I truly believe your shoe-polishing-shirt-ironing-obsessed husband should fold the laundry... if he has to iron his clothes that way, he should be concerned about the way the laundry is put away as well. :)
Keep up the great blog, and may you find someone to help with the laundry. I'm that way with matching the socks after they come out of the laundry - it's ridiculous, but it takes forever and I HATE it. :)
Now, if you could come help me declutter I'd gladly fold your laundry.
You need to defer Coke money for the purchase of a baby swing. It was how I got everything done all those years ago.
Good luck! Hang in!
Ginger
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