When the maid service is done at your house, send them my way. I am on load 2 out of 8 *sigh*... but at least I have a working washing machine and plenty of clothes ;)
I feel your pain! I am lucky that I have kids old enough to fold their own (and their siblings) laundry. When it gets overwhelming I put it all out in the family room and we have what I like to call "Laundry Home Evening". My kids HATE that, of course.
What a bunch of spoiled whiners we are. Up until the Industrial revolution (5800 years of earth history ago), everyone had one outfit to wear for best, and last year's outfit to wear for work (if they were lucky). Period. And you had to sheer the sheep, spin the thread, weave the cloth, and then sew it yourself. Unless you were Marie Antoinette, in which case you had lots of clothes, and commanded the peasants to eat cake when they were short on bread.
Oh, and thanks for letting me use your washer and dryer when I come to tend your kids. I'm a spoiled whiner, too.
Oh, oh---you better not see my three piles---one in each room...
And don't even mention the dishes that haven't been done in 4 days---gag, I know---but there are only three of us and we haven't eaten anything but breakfast here. (that was a disclaimer)
Looks like you survived. Congratulations on another week. Our laundry ends up on the floor as we like to use the bed at night for sleeping. The clothes get washed, but the folding and hanging them up is the extremely difficult part - I can never get those folds to look like the Gap's. Pointless to even try anymore.
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When the maid service is done at your house, send them my way. I am on load 2 out of 8 *sigh*... but at least I have a working washing machine and plenty of clothes ;)
it's better than being buried under recycling, isn't it? softer anyway.
I feel your pain!
I am lucky that I have kids old enough to fold their own (and their siblings) laundry. When it gets overwhelming I put it all out in the family room and we have what I like to call "Laundry Home Evening".
My kids HATE that, of course.
What a bunch of spoiled whiners we are. Up until the Industrial revolution (5800 years of earth history ago), everyone had one outfit to wear for best, and last year's outfit to wear for work (if they were lucky). Period. And you had to sheer the sheep, spin the thread, weave the cloth, and then sew it yourself. Unless you were Marie Antoinette, in which case you had lots of clothes, and commanded the peasants to eat cake when they were short on bread.
Oh, and thanks for letting me use your washer and dryer when I come to tend your kids. I'm a spoiled whiner, too.
Not gonna lie. Love the fact that Tuffy does his own laundry, so it's just Splenda and I. No biggie......
Oh, oh---you better not see my three piles---one in each room...
And don't even mention the dishes that haven't been done in 4 days---gag, I know---but there are only three of us and we haven't eaten anything but breakfast here. (that was a disclaimer)
I'm buried under my own pile of clothing so hopefully we will both make it out alive.
I was at the meet and greet just didn't get a chance to get over here until now.
If you find out how to summon the laundry fairies, please let me know. I haven't figured that out yet!
Puh-lease, that is nothing. That's like one day's worth at my house!
Thanks, Brainy Smurf (L.).
Ya, those are so weird! Etsy is letting some stuff slip by that shouldn't.
Looks like you survived. Congratulations on another week. Our laundry ends up on the floor as we like to use the bed at night for sleeping. The clothes get washed, but the folding and hanging them up is the extremely difficult part - I can never get those folds to look like the Gap's. Pointless to even try anymore.
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