I’ve been pretty busy for the past two days. Not that I’m idle most days, but I’ve started a few extraneous projects. Because I really need another project. It’s not my fault, really. It all started when we put in a storm door this summer. We were righting a strange phenomena we noticed up north. Although we clearly have storms, and cold weather that lasts 6-7 months of the year, many homes don’t have a storm door. Well, I wanted one, if only for a wind block when 4 kiddos and their friends are coming in the front, and leaving the door open for 10 minutes while they take off their gear. Since we didn’t previously have a storm door, we had to build a frame in which to hang it. The new frame needs to be painted. While we are painting the frame, why not paint the front door and and shutters a new color while we are at it? See? Perfectly logical. So I am prepping all the stuff that we are to paint over the next few days.
Since I have 6000 things on my” to do” list this week, yesterday I did what I usually do when faced with mounting tasks: I spent the day cooking. It was cloudy, so I couldn’t paint. I didn’t feel like doing laundry or any of the other stuff on the list, so naturally, I started baking. After finishing vanilla scones (to share at the boy’s school,) baked french toast, a batch of sugar cookies, and some red curry coconut chicken, the kids were home, and my discretionary time over. So much for spending the whole day tackling household tasks.
As you can probably imagine, a family of 6 generates a fair amount of laundry. I really should do a few loads every day, but I hate feeling like I’m never done with the job. So I tend to wash ever other day, thus giving myself the illusion that I have completed the task. Two days worth of laundry fits neatly in the hamper. Out of sight, out of mind. Two days is neat, tidy, and manageable. Do you know what happens when 3 days worth of laundry piles up?
This happens. If allowed to fester an additional 24 hours, and the laundry multiplies exponentially. It not only spills over the top of the hamper, it refuses to be contained by the basket I put in front to catch the over flow. Somebody! Please, make it stop!
I think it has a mind of it’s own. The dirty clothes have organized a revolt. They’re chasing me down the hallway!