I Don’t Know What to Title this Post.

For the first time in a while, my husband had the weekend off. So you know what that means, don’t you? I got nothing done. No spray painting, no hot gluing, and no decorating. Sorry.

In an effort to save face, I did do a couple of things. Namely, laundry. See? I’ve got baskets to prove it.

So here’s a dilemma. I washed a couple loads of whites, and these are all the socks I washed for my kids.

And here’s what I washed for myself. If you refer back to exhibit A (otherwise known as the first photo), you’ll notice that there are only three baskets for a 4-basket family. I don’t get a basket. Who needs a basket for a sock?

In addition to some laundry, I did end up decorating for Easter. Yes, that’s it. Don’t hate.

And lest we forget, I’m always cleaning up after this guy. This is how I found him yesterday morning. He finally found a dog bigger than him…and sat on him.

Between parent/teacher conferences, baseball and softball practices, and an out-of-town husband, posts may be harder to come by this week. Anyone have any Calgon?

Laundry. The Bane of my Existence

If I haven’t shouted it from the rooftops enough by now, you should know that I have a love affair with laundry rooms.  Don’t believe me?  Check here, here, and here. I do not, however, have a love affair with laundry.  It’s more of a love/hate relationship.  It loves to haunt me, and I hate to address it.

As I take you on a tour of gorgeous laundry rooms, I figure I’ll ask you for your tips, advice, guidance, and cleaning ladies’ numbers.

Imagine you have at least two kids, a husband who changes clothes an average of three times a day (he’s high maintenance), and you work full time.  Throw in a big ol’ slobbery, hairy dog who you compulsively pick up after, and you’ve pretty much got my laundry situation.

To be fair, I do have some semblance of order.  Each of us has a basket like the one below that “we” are responsible for.  The basket gets filled, brought down, washed, etc. and put away by it’s respective owners.  Yet, I’m still drowning in clothes.

I can’t talk through this one.  A moment of silence for its beauty, please.

One of my absolute favorite laundry rooms.  I think I could actually replicate this pretty closely if I could ever get past all the clothes in mine.

So here’s my question for you.  You have it figured out, right?  What’s your secret?  Do I have to do laundry every single day in order to remain afloat?  Tell me…errr…us your cure-all for this absurd chore, and we will forever be indebted to you.

SAS Tomorrow, and you are NOT going to want to miss this giveaway!

I wish I could tell you all  the sources for the pictures. I collect these because I’m weird, and I didn’t save the link.  So Sorry!