I Should Be Folding Laundry

Linky Love

We have a busy day planned today at the Folding Laundry Household.  I may even fold laundry.  The same load that has been in my dryer since yesterday.  You just never know.

My friend Lynette came to my house and was witness to the ridiculous amount of laundry in my bedroom.  Some of it was dirty, but most of it was clean.  She gave me a tip and said that she doesn't add any laundry into her washing machine until all of her laundry is folded.  Therefore the piles do not accumulate.

Good tip, no?

But now my dirty laundry will certainly accumulate very quickly in the hamper, but that's okay.  Maybe may blog title will change to "I Need to Wash My Damn Laundry."  You just never know.

Anyway, I wanted to share some of my new favorite blogs with you.  Check them out!

First, there is Jenny at Chased by Children, cuz she's funny.

After that one, visit fun.crazy.life.  cuz she keeps it real.

And then after that, visit Sincerely Anna.  cuz she's cute.

And finally, Katie at Roses are Red, Violets are Violet, you don't want to miss her wit and she's a lyrical genious to boot.

And then came back over here and tell me how much you love me for directing you to such a great new blogs.  or don't.  Whatever.   Have a great weekend!

Running Scared

It has been such a strange night.  You know those nights that are so totally different from what you usually do, a night that really shakes things up.

At 5:00 tonight I receive an e-mail from my dear friend Lynette about going to the 5K location to set a route for the Family Fun Walk, she wants to know if we can go tonight.  Since we were having difficulty coordinating our schedules, I said yes.  Even though that meant not mowing the lawn or folding the laundry that was sitting on my bed and that it also meant not having to listen to the kids scream and yell all night long.  She twisted my arm. 

I'm all about sacrifices.

Brian came home from work and we ate dinner.  Lynette picked me up and we headed out to the location.  We walked the route, which came to about 1.2 miles. It was a lovely and very cool evening here in Indiana.  Then I asked her if she wanted to go around one more time, cause you know, the exercise is so good for us and so is being away from the screaming and yelling children.

Get this.  She says "only if we run it."  I was like, "okay."  Cause that meant staying away from the loud offspring.  (and I totally knew I was going to run a few steps and either start walking or feign a twisted ankle.)  So we start running it and after about .022 miles I say, I quit, let's walk.  And then she grew horns and she said "DON'T STOP. IT FEELS GOOD.  KEEP RUNNING."  And I agreed to continue because I was scared and she can totally beat me up.

We continued to run.  and run. and run.  I felt a little like Forrest Gump, minus the crew cut and the chocolates and I don't quite remember Forrest breathing quite as heavy as I was, but whatever.  I was DYING Y'ALL.  But Devil Lynette didn't care.  Even as I was dropping the F-bomb, she wouldn't stop running.  She was saying things like "YOU CAN DO IT!" and "YOU ARE DOING SUCH A GOOD JOB" and "DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD."  (which if feeling like a Ford pick-up is sitting on your chest feels good, than I felt great.)  Then I told her that since I'm running so much we are GOING TO THE STORE AND BUYING QUESO BECAUSE I'M OUT AND I'M GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW.  She agreed that we could stop and buy queso.

And then 30 seconds later I said I was done.  "I quit, I can't die tonight, not tonight.  Not with all that laundry on my bed."  And she said "IF YOU STOP AGAIN WE ARE NOT BUYING QUESO."

I know what you're thinking.  "I KNOW SHE DI'INT."

She did.  She pulled the nachos card. 

And it worked like a charm.  I never stopped again.  Until the end when I collapsed on the ground after sprinting.

Then I came home and I got into the shower, it was while in the shower that I realized my razor is somewhere, not in the shower, I could not remember where.  For the first time in eight years of marriage I used my husband's razor.  And wouldn't you know my legs are smooth as silk?

What is up with that?  Why does my razor for women suck?  I came out of the shower and asked Brian to feel my legs (which is totally second base when you're married.)  And he was like "VERY NICE!"  I said "I used your razor."

To which he replied: "That's kinda rude."

To which I replied, "well it was either that or not shaving at all. and feel just how lovely my legs feel."  So he did which meant he made it to second twice in one night.  And he agreed I made the right choice by using his razor.

And then I ate my nachos with queso.

Smooth and achy legs n' all. 

Whatever.

What is now affectionately referred to as "the other drawer."

just being honest with you

Last night, I ate Taco Bell while lounging on my bed. 

There are so many things wrong with that statement.

Don't get all judge-y.  In my defense, I had a terrible, splitting headache that refused to leave my head.  So, Brian, in all his wisdom and handsomeness, said I should retreat to our bedroom.  And then he picked up Taco Bell and I ate on my bed.  Could I be more dorm room?

It was divine.

The double decker with nacho cheese on top of it and chili cheese burrito were the best I have ever had.  I truly can not stop thinking about them.  And sitting on my bed watching Chefography, well, that's what I call fine dining.

Want to know something else about me?
I've left clean laundry in a basket so long, that this is what it looked when I dumped it out. It stayed in the form of a basket.

So, with that, I must go fold laundry.  I have so much to write about--Ariel's dance class, trying not to be an angry, frustrated, Ugly Mom, my fear of cars, the prize I won (!!!), Panera Bread (how long am I going to bring that up with out actually blogging about it??) and finally...A BOOK REVIEW!
But, I must, I must I must fold two massive loads of kids laundry.  Wish me well, my friend, for this task bores me like no other.

Now that you've seen the ugly, honest truth.  Will you be back?

The Art of Cleanliness

How many hours a week do you spend cleaning? I don't know either, but I feel like it's a lot. How many hours a week do you spend dreading cleaning? I don't know either, but I know it's a lot more.

I have a lot going on in my house. I have a three bedroom ranch, with a full, unfinished basement. I have two 2 year olds (for a couple of days), a husband and I work from home. My office is in my bedroom. I find myself walking throughout my house, hating my house. Not because the layout is bad, but because everywhere I look, there is something for me to do. It's a constant "to do" list. When I open the refrigerator I have thoughts of "I need to clean the refrigerator." Going to the bathroom, "I should clean the toilet, and the tub AND the floor...for both bathrooms." Walking through the front door, "I really need to sort through that pile of mail." You get the idea. So, does it ever end? Am I a bad housekeeper? A bad organizer? Has anyone really mastered the art of cleanliness? I could sign up for services like Fly Lady, but I don't have time to read 20 e-mails per day. Or I could hire a cleaning service, but I can't afford it.  So, what do I need to do to maintain the clean? Clean, I guess. clean clean clean clean clean. It just doesn't seem healthy, but neither does a messy home.

Of course, I would like to take a moment to thank my dishwasher. I can't imagine my life without him. He's hard working, reliable and we run him EVERY single night.

Approximately two times a week, I find myself dumping out Ariel and Racecar's toy boxes to reorganize the toys. Of course, this is the time they discover they have all of these toys, making it almost impossible for me to get the job done, but it's a great way to keep things together. I separate the Legos from the wooden blocks, I separate the Little People from the Thomas the Tank Engines, I separate everything. And I do it again in a few days. But for a couple of minutes, I feel great about how organized the toys are.

Why do we hate cleaning? It's not hard work. It's just putting things away. What's difficult about that? I would rather get in the car, drive 1 hour, find a parking space and shop for 3 hours looking for a pair of shoes AND wait in line than clean my bathroom. Does this mean I have a problem? Is it laziness? Could it be laziness when I feel like I clean all of the time? (well, not always, you know the name of this blog!)

I would pay a lot of money to be able to walk into the creator of Fly Lady's living room in the middle of the day. Wouldn't you love to see if her house is really clean or organized?  I would. Maybe Fly Lady is a woman living in a disaster area who doesn't even have time to shower because she telling everyone else what they should be doing...when she should be sorting her mail or cleaning her fridge or folding her laundry.  Of course, if her house were immaculate and everything was organized, I'd find the time to read those e-mails.

Questions

What is it about The Teletubbies that is so hypnotizing? Wouldn't it be great if women had the same quality as The Teletubbies?

Our husbands would never tune us out!

Want to know how I came up with the name of my blog? This is why. I can wash and dry clothes all day, but folding and putting away is for the birds!

Is Racecar manly for mowing or feminine for talking on a barbie cell phone?

 

If toys were originally in these bins, where are they now and who will have to clean them up?

P.S. Brian took a picture of the laundry just before he folded them and put them away. I am so lucky!

 

(Shortly after my post, I spilled water on my laptop.  :-(  I AM freaking out!  All seems to be okay so far, but Brian is backing things up!  Luckily we bought spill insurance!  My screen looks funny....waaaahhhhhh.)