Gametes In Love

As I was carrying a laundry basket to G’s room this morning I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror… and it hit me: My new job in a matter of weeks will be that of a laundress. With babies and our cloth diaper strategy apparently we’ll be doing laundry about every 2-3 days. Joy!!!

Yep, that was sarcasm.

I don’t mind sorting clothes (that part’s kinda fun). I don’t mind putting them in the machine or even moving them into the drier. But I HATE folding. Hate it, hate it, hate it! Even with my own clothes the basket they come out of is where they stay until I pull them out to re-wear them. This has been a constant strife w/ S, and we’ve reached a mutual compromise — I don’t have to fold my clothes, but my laundry basket of “clean” clothes will stay out of his sight. When I do take time to put clothes away I hang everything that can be remotely hung. If there were hangers for undies those would be hanging too.

But now w/ G arriving, and me being the stay-at-home care provider for the next few months I have no excuses to not fold his stuff. So here comes my new job!

I started the first set of laundry yesterday, and man is there a lot of it. Washing everything he’ll be in contact with produced 4 loads of stuff. Some of it (the clothes bit) looks like I’m getting ready to dress my dollies, but it does add up.

I’m halfway done. Off I go to do the rest… and fold. Hmn… Maybe this will be my incentive to train Neko how to fold. He’s very keen in getting into the laundry basket. Now if I can only convince him to do something useful while he’s there…