So not too long ago I promised to catch up on laundry....well that is easier said than done when you are weeks behind. The past few days I was cursing the fact that my children were outgrowing their clothing so fast....seriously....then I realized they weren't. Their drawers are scarce because EVERYTHING is dirty. I mean everything. Tonight we started and the tasks was rather daunting. We threw the clean laundry that piled up on the dining room table and started on the mountains of dirty laundry. Then we popped in the Raffi Christmas CD and gathered round the table to sing carols while we folded. Life is good. Even Meredith and Noah got in on the folding action. After three loads I was pooped, so I started the bed time routine and now I am taking a break. Baby steps right. I mean I am so overwhelmed by the sight of this house and the things that need taking care of that I can't focus, I just start to sweat and feel light headed. I have a solution in that I am trying to talk my lackadaisical self into becoming a Type A personality over night. I am fairly confident that if that were to happen, life would be easy or easier.
Well I am off to bed, surely I will need all the energy I can muster for tomorrows laundry tasks.