Whelp. It’s Tuesday. And this is what happens when you don’t do laundry for awhile.
Your husband has to “resort” to using your pink beach towel.
See what I did there?
Also, your wardrobe choices are limited.
Maybe Tuesday should be laundry day.
Laundry is the worst guys (maybe cleaning bathrooms are the worst, but today, laundry is the worst). I have zero trouble spot treating it, laundering it, and drying it. But folding it and putting it away? That’s a fools errand. Why do that and have everything be nice, neat, and wrinkle free in drawers when you can just leave random landry baskets around for your family to decide if the contents are clean or dirty? And that approach also makes your house look organized and clutter free.
Not much more to report. Unseasonably warm weather is leading me to believe that the apocalypse must be close. I guess then I won’t have to worry about laundry. So I’ll just get back to surfing the interwebs and ignoring the impending dinner hour.
Happy Tuesday y’all!