First, let me apologize for my long absence. I have received quite a bit of... well... let's just say prodding to post. I told myself I wasn't going to post again until I had organized all of the pictures on my computer. And however much I would love to say that I have, it just wouldn't be true. I started though. Anyway..
THIS! THIS is the bane of my existence. Two days shy of a weeks worth of laundry.
And because I swear we didn't have this much laundry before, I decided to torture myself by dividing the laundry into piles and decide who the guilty party was. I was sure that it was going to be Benton. After all, I didn't see the change until after he was born, and he is a big spitter so I feel like I'm always washing blankets and burp cloths and bibs, etc. But I decided I needed to be scientific about it or something. So I separated it and lined it up. I was surprised by what I found. From left to right: Jason's, Mine, Tab's, Benton's.
And just so you can really tell.
Jason is the guilty party. Not only is his pile far higher than anyone else's it is in the biggest basket. I guess I shouldn't be surprised the man does change his clothes three times a day.
I swear that is a huge pile of laundry for 4 people. And Jason thinks I'm weird when I drool over things like this and this in the home depot ads. And he thinks I'm odd for having this fabulous laundry room all planned out in my "dream house". This is why. I only have two kids and it takes me two days with my crappy washer and dryer to do the laundry. I'm scared to think about what it will be like with more.