There is a serious downside to having kids that NO ONE talks about.
No, I don’t mean the $$ that magically grows wings and flies out of your pocket, or the new-found need to drink…daily. Or even the lack of, ahem.
What I am talking about is the silent yet suffocating and ever-multiplying BEAST that lurks in every corner of your home.
What I am talking about is the f-ing laundry!
The more children you have, the worse the problem gets. I was entirely unprepared for how unruly the beast would get when we said ok our third child.
If you are currently considering adding a 3rd…DON’T DO IT.
The worst part is the way it steals my joy (the way the dryer steals my socks). Take for example the beautiful weekend we recently enjoyed. And by ‘we’ I don’t mean me…
Because while my family was enjoying the sunshine,
I was here.
When the kids came in from playing outside, I decided it was about time they got in on tackling the beast. Afterall, it is THEIR FAULT I’m drowning. So I handed them each a
bastard basket of folded laundry and asked them to put it away.
They stared at me blankly. “What do you mean mom? Isn’t it away?”
So I finally make it to the end of my day. The day spent slaying the beast with washing, drying, folding
and putting away. I want nothing more than to crawl into bed.
I open the door of my room only to find…
Consider yourself warned.