Our laundry. I spend way too much time for my liking in this room. I do load, upon load of washing most days. Strange really considering my beloved and I wear our clothes over and over again before throwing them in the hamper. How our children manage to create so much washing is beyond me. I bust a gut to try to minimise laundry – it borders on an obsession for me. If I fall behind then all the other cogs in the house seem to stop turning over, and all and sundry seems to back-up – like a domestic version of constipation! I’m pretty lazy when it comes to stain removal. The beloved has started to offer advice but on hearing that if he could do better he could take over he pretty quickly shut up.
Linking up with the MPAY over at Deb’s place.
Ooops! I forgot to include the photo I took using my phone of my littlest man who discovered the laundry for the first time this morning. The very reason I remembered to play along this week. Baby O sure is on the move, and was wet head to toe seconds later when he discovered the cat’s water bowl.