This morning I wrote how the sun was shining, the birds were singing and everything seemed right with the world... then I walked downstairs. Although I'd love to spend the day outside frolicking, I'm starring at NO LESS THAN SEVEN LOADS OF LAUNDRY.
(I'd take a picture for you all, but I don't own a wide angle lens.)
Why do I do this to myself?
For a while there, I'd gotten into the habit of doing a load of laundry every day. While this might seem excessive or wasteful to you, a family of five can easily create a load of laundry each day. Especially with three boys: one comes home with paint and marker on his clothes almost daily, one can't eat a meal without needing a bath afterward (despite him wearing only full-coverage bibs WITH SLEEVES), and one spits up several times a day and drools constantly. Peter and I? Well we're either being spit up on or being used as human tissues (Anyone else who can't go a day without finding snot or food residue smeared across their pants around thigh level??).
Between clothes, towels, bibs, receiving blankets, muddy mitts, wash cloths, etc, there's ALWAYS enough for a load. And since I hang dry the majority of our clothes (it's more gentle on both our clothes and the environment) I run out of space quickly if I'm doing load after load...
It helps that I wash everything together (except cloth diapers) and everything on cold.I'd say that 95%+ of our clothes are 100% cotton, so I don't worry about special care instructions, especially knowing that most items will be hung to dry.
So, what works for me? NOT LETTING LAUNDRY PILE UP FOR A WEEK. Doing a load each day saves me from having to waste a B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L. day inside washing, drying and folding.
But as disheartening as a day full of laundry is, the prospect of using my backyard clothes line for the first time IN MONTHS is enough to make me positively giddy.