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Hope you don't mind me sharing this...it's sort of gross. And don't judge me for my lack of attention to household duties here-I'm confessing again.
Since Milo was born, we've gotten a little behind on laundry. We don't have hookups in the apartment, the 2 washers and 2 dryers are downstairs, sometimes don't work, and are usually full. Plus, carrying a giant backpack of laundry (huge laundry bag with straps) on my back, a baby on my front, and and holding a 2 year-old's hand-these are nearly impossible, and at best, exhausting when put together. We've tried to keep up the best we can, but it's just not been in the cards. I can't tell you the last time we changed our sheets.
On Sunday, we gathered almost everything dirty in the whole apartment and took it to a laundromat. Well over 50 loads. No, I'm not kidding. VERY expensive, but we had to do it. Had to. It took hours and hours, I'm STILL hurting from it, and we haven't even gotten 1/10 of it put away. Sunday night, though, DH and I happily and sleepily put on our crisp, clean sheets. Nice.
Monday, gone all day. Used my grandparents' washer to clean our quilts, pillow covers, and extra blanket. Come home to sleep on our clean sheets.
Tuesday. I get Milo up, put him on the bed, change him, put a barricade of everything clean around him. I come back in 2 minutes later. Poop-EVERYWHERE! He's waving the dirty diaper over his head giggling hysterically. He's covered, of course. He sees me, puts the DIRTY SIDE OF THE DIAPER OVER HIS FACE AND HEAD, then yanks it away, yelling, "BAH!" and laughing. (Peek-a-boo.) Repeat. Poop. Everywhere. I had no choice but to laugh, of course. DH came home and went straight to the bedroom, only to find it completely stripped, then to the bathroom to see towels that were just clean hanging everywhere drying, and poop still in the bathtub. We already have 6 loads of laundry and 3 loads of special/delicate laundry from that 2 minutes of Milo-glee.
*sigh* No, I didn't take pictures. I wanted to, but decided that it may be just too disgusting, especially when he's grown up!