This morning I was faced with quite the dilemma. I had just washed some little kid laundry which included Finn's sheets as they were due for a washing (as are my sheets, but that would require me to put away the clothes that are currently on top of them). When I went to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer I realized that the dryer was still full of the previous load of little kid laundry I did. Hmmm. Decisions, decisions. Do I just add the stuff from the washer to the stuff in the dryer and dry (re-dry) it all together? Or do I actually remove (and put away??) the stuff in the dryer first?
On one hand Finn clearly needed clothes. But on the other hand - did he really? I mean we weren't leaving the house anytime soon.
I decided to be a responsible adult and did in fact put away the clothes that were in the dryer and then dry the new batch of clothes (that will probably sit in the dryer until I do another load of laundry). Oh, and I got Finn dressed. Because I'm mother of the year.
Washing Finn's sheets also meant that I had to re-make the bed. Making his bed is one of my least favorite chores. It's in a corner, has the guard rail on the other side and his heavy and dense and therefore doesn't move easily because he's the most spoiled two year old ever gets to sleep on a Tempurpedic mattress (that we got FREE with our mattress! We tried selling it and didn't have any offers, otherwise there is no way my two year old would get to sleep on a mattress that took us nearly three decades to experience).
After I got his sheets back on and put him down for a nap, I came into the kitchen to clean up lunch. The crock pot, used to cook last nights dinner, is still soaking in the sink because that's another chore I hate doing - cleaning the crock pot. It's big and heavy and usually water goes everywhere in the process.
Another chore I hate: taking out the trash. But I braved the 43 degree weather and took it, and the recycling, out this morning. All this productivity after a long weekend of productivity. On Saturday Roscoe tracked in some mud and it
Vacuuming doesn't bother me. But you know what does? Emptying out the vacuum. Because gross dirt and dust always manages to fall on the outside of the trashcan, or fall off the vacuum when you're putting it back together and then you need to vacuum again or pull a Monica on friends and take the dust buster to your vacuum.
Moral of the story - Roscoe better not step in any more mud or I'm putting him up for adoption and kids can sport underwear (or stay in their pajamas) as long as you need them to.
Now, I'm going to go hop in the shower and hope that when I come out someone will have tackled that crock pot for me.