My parents were just here visiting, and although I still had to go to work every day, the kids had a blast hanging out with their grandparents. Even though the baby was battling her ear infection and my son came down with a 104 fever on the 2nd to last day of their visit, a good time was had by all. There is something really special about grandparents and grandkids, and I think it's good for them to spend time together without those pesky rule-following parents hanging around. They went to the park, made cupcakes, ate treats and played lots of games, and everyone was sad when it was time for them to leave.
No one was more sad than me, though, because selfishly, one of the best parts of when my parents come is that my Mom is like a little busy home-making fairy who can barely stand to sit down. She cooks, cleans, organizes, and does the laundry! She collects it all, cleans it all and folds it all, and then puts all the kids' stuff away neatly. Laundry is my absolute worst enemy. I hate it to the depths of my soul, but my hands are tied since we all enjoy wearing clean clothes, using clean towels and sleeping in clean sheets. So, laundry must go on, and I must continue to do it.
I would rather clean toilets, mow lawn, pull weeds, take out the garbage or even clean the garage than do laundry. And somehow, the third baby increased laundry by what seems like magnitudes. It's never ending, and I think part of the problem is that it is a multi-step process. Collect, wash, dry, fold, put away. It just take so ridiculously long, and if you do anything like run an errand, feed children or sit down to eat, you run the risk of not hearing when one load is done and it throws the whole process off. As a result, it takes FOREVER to do laundry, and just when you're done, it's time to do it again.
So, when the laundry fairy arrives at my house, I rejoice with great joy and happiness that I get one week off of laundry duty!! Now, I just have to put all the clean clothes and dream of the next time the laundry fairy arrives.
No one was more sad than me, though, because selfishly, one of the best parts of when my parents come is that my Mom is like a little busy home-making fairy who can barely stand to sit down. She cooks, cleans, organizes, and does the laundry! She collects it all, cleans it all and folds it all, and then puts all the kids' stuff away neatly. Laundry is my absolute worst enemy. I hate it to the depths of my soul, but my hands are tied since we all enjoy wearing clean clothes, using clean towels and sleeping in clean sheets. So, laundry must go on, and I must continue to do it.
I would rather clean toilets, mow lawn, pull weeds, take out the garbage or even clean the garage than do laundry. And somehow, the third baby increased laundry by what seems like magnitudes. It's never ending, and I think part of the problem is that it is a multi-step process. Collect, wash, dry, fold, put away. It just take so ridiculously long, and if you do anything like run an errand, feed children or sit down to eat, you run the risk of not hearing when one load is done and it throws the whole process off. As a result, it takes FOREVER to do laundry, and just when you're done, it's time to do it again.
So, when the laundry fairy arrives at my house, I rejoice with great joy and happiness that I get one week off of laundry duty!! Now, I just have to put all the clean clothes and dream of the next time the laundry fairy arrives.
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