As in super awesome at washing and drying it.
As in super awesome at washing, drying, dumping, and ignoring it.
This summer I have folded and put away the kids laundry a grand total of ZERO times.
Think I am lying? Being dramatic? Exaggerating?
Nope. Total honest truth.
Want to know how I know? Because the pile, the gigantic pile, the mountain of clothing on the guest room bed, totally contains school uniforms. School uniforms of which my children only wear to school. Obviously.
But wait, haven't we had guests this summer? Yes. Multiple times.
What did I do?
Scooped up that mountain and threw it on Shane's floor.
Then when the guests leave? I scoop it back up and return it to the bed.
How do my kids get dressed each morning?
They dig through the mountain.
Or they wear bathing suits all day.
Or in Shane's case, just a diaper.
Hey, it's hot and the electric bill is OUT OF CONTROL.
Laundry is my nemesis. There are thirty zillion billion things I would rather be doing. This summer I have done all of them, in lieu of laundry.
Baking cupcakes, swimming, hosting parties, making printables, going to the beach, pretty much any other thing in the universe....
Way less lame than laundry.
So if you are feeling bad that you can't get everything done. Or that everyone else in the world can, think of me. Think of the number ZERO.
Think of my three year old digging through laundry for a pair of socks.
Or my forlorn son, rocking a diaper. All day long. Or skeleton sweatpants. Because that is all I could find last night.
Zero times. All summer. Zero.