Laundry is the devil.

Now, as Georgie knows, I am a little OCD when it comes to a clean house, and most days I whip around the kitchen with a vacuum, mop and cloth, whilst I tell myself I am the perfect housewife!  I don't have much clutter as I can't stand to see it, everything generally has it's proper place.

But my downfall...the laundry.  Its like my own personal Kryptonite.


I DESPISE LAUNDRY.  And every week I say to myself, 'I'll do a load a day, that'll make my life so much easier'  And I say it like I've had some sort of especial epiphany.. There is nothing quite like deluding yourself.  Every week, needless to say, I look at the veritable mountain of stuff and think 'I really should've done this, like I told myself last week' *SIGH*  It's like bloody Groundhog Week in our house.

I'll let you in on a little secret, I gave up ironing 4 years ago.  What is the point in ironing stuff that's going to get creased again anyway?  And if you are one of these people who irons pants, you really need another hobby or come and see me I'll knock some sense into you, I have a Pressure Cooker you know.  If him upstairs asked me to iron pants I'd probably would throw the iron at him.  Then again, if he asked me to iron I'd probably would laugh.

Here's the thing, before children (or slugs as I sometimes call them as they leave a mess wherever they go), I had hardly any laundry, hey I even DID the ironing.  Now?! 

Well last week for instance...

1. Every towel in the house had been used - I find this slightly impossible, but hey you can't argue with fact.
2. I found I was washing clean stuff the kids couldn't be bothered to put away or what they like to call 'tidied up'
3. I found myself washing the things that I couldn't be bothered to put away that the kids couldn't be bothered to put away/tidied up.
4. I had piles of clean washing in lovely neat piles on my bed. They got removed from the bed every night then got put back on the bed in the morning.  That literally went on for 4 days.
5. I washed two blankets 8 times on a delicate wash, because I forgot about them 8 TIMES.
6. Oliver's pile of washing was 3 times the size of everybody elses?  He wears school uniform most of the week, I still can't work this out.  God help in the summer hols...EEK.
7. Everyday there was a new pair of dirty socks rolled into little balls in the sitting room, usually stuffed down the side of the sofa.  Thanks Ava.

I know I shouldn't moan, him upstairs works full time.  Things like the laundry and housework I should be on top of.  Which is all well and good.

Until something like this happens...

And I lose the will...I could've quite easily buried him under the patio and been done for mariticide if he was in the house.  However, after calming down, I have come to the following 3 conclusions as to why this keeps happening:

1. He is a man
2. Stupidity
3. All of the above

Still, I have achieved the impossible this week and its only Tuesday, it's all done every last bit is freshly laundered and I hasten to add, put away.

Now onto picking the slugs up from school, providing an evening meal for the vultures and not sitting down til 9pm!  A woman's work is never done ;)  Such fun!

Love Melissa x