3 is Enough

It is Saturday. It is blazing in the 90's, and so I am whole-heartedly avoiding anything involving being outside unless absolutely necessary. Fortunately, I have had plenty to do inside. It is 3:50pm and

I am doing my 3rd load of laundry. ToDAY!

yes, third.

I would like to take a moment, or 5, and put into writing some of the things you may be thinking about that statement.

1) Big whoop, you're pathetic.

2) I really don't care about your laundry.

3) Only 3? I just did 12 after completing a triathalon with 6 babies in tow and an elderly dog. And I won.

4) Seems like you need a time management course to me.

5) Why is 3 a big deal, do you never have any laundry?

6) Why do you have such laundry issues? And is this the worst of your problems?

Feel free to let me know if your thoughts do NOT fall into one of those categories.

Oh, and did I mention that one of these loads involved the car seat cover -- which in and of itself requires an advanced engineering degree and 12 nobel prize scientists to remove from it's base; a duvet cover AND comforter -- which is one time when I'm thinking it would really be helpful to be an octopus because I couldn't have been more tangled in soiled cotton if I had tried, and bed sheets with mattress cover. Hmmmm, do you have an idea of WHY? Do you see a pattern here?

In an act of rebellion, sheer forgetfulness, or just to remind us that she is only almost 4, SOMEONE has also forgotten that here in this modern world we have bathrooms specifically for the purpose of relieving oneself. NOT a bed, NOR a carseat. Yes yes, before you admonish me for being too hard on the girl relax. After we finished beating her with a bamboo rod and forcing her to wash the floors with a toothbrush, we discussed the importance of going to the potty as soon as we felt like we needed to, and we know these were accidents, but let's not have anymore or the water bill is coming out of your allowance, which you don't get anyways so we'll just raid your piggy bank.