Laundry

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It seems like no matter how often I do it, the laundry always piles up. I pat myself on the back for doing such a great job, finding the bottom of a seemingly-endless pile of clothes, and then whaddaya know, the pile's about the same size as Mt. Fuji in what seems like a day or so. Isn't it amazing how, when you are a mom, you will do anything for a little time to yourself? I know today I was so annoyed and just feeling really harrassed: All I wanted was to be able to do the dishes, fold the clothes, and take a shower. Seems reasonable right? Sometimes it seems as if our children have been sent here to test our patience or something. It's just maddening, really. I was thinking today, this is RIDICULOUS. All I want to do is the darn laundry- not even mostly MY laundry! I wish the kids could understand how this was complete nonsense, I mean really, going through my head is, "I just want to put away the d@#! clothes. I want to put away YOUR clothes, clean up YOUR mess from breakfast, and make YOUR bed. In peace!" If someone offered me that deal- you leave me alone and I'll do all your chores- I'd be saying, sweet, I think I'll catch up on my reading/TV. It's amazing how your desires can go from going out and having fun to just wanting to be able to clean the house. But as I was putting away all the clothes, going as fast as possible because the baby started fussing after I hung up just 2 shirts, I had to smile. I love looking at those little itty-bitty onesies with teddy bears on them. I love Aili's little tinkerbell undies. I love dirty blankets that just smell like BABY (you know, my breast milk most likely, spit up on it). Really, I've got it pretty good. I mean, in 10 years I'm pretty sure that the underwear I'll be washing won't have tinkerbell on it. And the shirts won't have teddy bears. My girls will have "big girl" clothes, and there is a possibility that every time I do the laundry, I'll end up terrified when I see exactly what they're wearing udner those clothes, and doing a load of laundry may necessitate a rather unfortunate conversation about what is and what isn't appropriate attire to be wearing, etc, etc.
I think maybe I'll start working harder to teach Aili to do her own laundry.