My friend from high school
Ruth recently posted about her washing machine dying and how much laundry she had to do after replacing it. I'm frequently perplexed by the amount of laundry that accumulates at my house so quickly. Did we go on vacation? Did I have a memory lapse and forget to do any for a month? No... It just piles up at the speed of light. I'm not sure how it happens. There are only 5 of us. I remember hearing while pregnant with the twins how much more laundry I'd have to do. I guess I didn't understand at that point that I'd be doing so much more laundry for ME, in addition to the kids. I didn't realize the effect that grubby hands have on mommy's clothes. I'm not complaining... Laundry is one of the few household chores I actually enjoy (anyone who knows me knows that cleaning isn't high up on my list of fun things to do). Now, putting the laundry away... that's another story. Anyway, I find laundry piles to be one of the great mysteries of life. Fortunately, I have 3 very willing helpers in the laundry department. Heaven forbid I try to do laundry without letting them help. (I'll have to remember this time in life when they are teenagers!)
Bekah is always my most eager helper.
Where are helpers #2 and #3, you might ask? Well,
Joey was given roller skates for his birthday and doesn't have time to help (this picture was taken at 8:15 am). (And to answer your question, that is a 3' tall Stanley Cup next to the lamp in the background. His name is Lord Stanley of Foil.)
And
Ryan isn't feeling too good these days (those annoying back teeth are trying to make their way into his mouth), so he just decided to chill on the couch.
