Laundry Time

Laundry time . . . again. It's never ending, and I just don't like it at times. Okay, most of the time. While living with Tom's sister, the only place to organize our dirty laundry is in the big open area in her basement. Now most of the time when I finally get to washing clothes, I have a ton of laundry. 6 people + 7 days (or more) = LOTS of laundry.

Well, the piles were shrinking and we were down to just a couple left, but we'd gotten stalled for some reason or another. Well that morning, the tv held no interest for the girls, but instead the decided to play in the laundry. Then came the grand idea to put on old clothes. They layered it on and giggled and laughed and had a ball. I wasn't really paying close attention to them when Madison came laughing to tell me what they'd done . . .


If you look at Taylor, she has TONS of layers of clothes on. They'd played for a bit and I couldn't handle them playing in dirty laundry any more . . . yeah I'm a bit freakish about dirty things . . . so I asked them to take the clothes off.

Suddenly I hear Payden squawking because she couldn't get her pants off. This is what I found . . .


I'm not exactly sure how that got tangled up, but that's underwear . . . remember this is DIRTY laundry . . . that she somehow managed to tangle with the skorts she was trying to get off. My middle two . . . they are something else, but they do make me laugh at times!