Laundry

I feel like a laundry machine..

We have an interesting laundry thing going on at our house. Ever since Brian and I got married, he has been adamant about doing his own laundry. He is very particular about what goes in the dryer, and what gets hung. I learned long ago to never touch his laundry. Now, most women would think, "Wow - this girl has it made. Her husband does his own laundry!"

Yes - I guess I could look at it like that. But, really, it doesn't matter. Because as Brian does his own laundry, I still have to do my laundry, Maddie's laundry, Aidan's laundry, the sheets, the towels, the bathroom rugs, and any other thing that might need washing.

So - as he happily does his laundry 1-2 times a week, I constantly feel like I am always doing laundry. Literally. I feel like I do it everyday. Especially since Aidan came along. And just when I feel like I might be caught up, then to my dismay, the hamper is full again. I am not sure how this happens. But somehow it does.

Then, the worst part is that all that laundry has to be put away. But that's another story.

I sometimes wish that as Brian is doing his laundry, he could just think to grab the towels. Or the pillowcases or the sheets, or something - other than his own clothing. That would be nice. I would appreciate it. A lot.