Thursday, March 6, 2014

Hamper police

So, doing laundry in this house is not nearly as easy as it was on Botanical. A laundry room on the same floor as the bedrooms is one thing I definitely miss about our old place. (Which is completely different from one of the people I miss about our old place — hi, Regina!)

Now that the laundry room is in the basement, it's a bit more of a process. I don't really throw in loads here and there any more, I have specific days that I try to knock it all out, usually about two days per week. And when the schedule gets a little off, as it often does, the hampers get full. And then I hear about it. No one likes a full hamper, it seems.

This morning after getting Charlie dressed, I asked him to go put his pajamas in the kid's hamper. A short while later he came shuffling back into the room, head down and pajamas in hand.

"There's no more woom, mama. No woom for my pajamas."

So I went with him, and we made room. Crisis averted.

Later, as we walked downstairs with the kids, Mary Clare looked at me and said, "Um, mom, I think that maybe after you get home from my field trip today, you might want to do some laundry. Because there's no more room in my hamper."

So I heard.

After Chip quit laughing, Mary Clare went on to say, "Well, there might be room for one more thing. One really, really, flat thing. That's small."

So, you're telling me there's a chance.

I appreciate your optimism, Mary Clare.

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