Laundry Day....week....month....year

I'm hungry.

That's what happens when you skip dinner to put the kids to bed early instead.
Where to start..... The was a little bit of everything today.... Crisis.... Silliness..... And plenty of poop.
Maybe the best place to start would be to explain laundry day. But first to explain laundry.
In my house, we don't have a laundry day.... It's basically laundry day everyday and whenever the hampers are so full we can barely close the lids. Yup.  I really try to resist taking a little off the top and continuing to fill the same hamper - getting them washed is easy. It's remembering to move them to the dryer and then fold and put them away ..., yeah that part is the clincher. I can't even remember how many loads I've had to rewash due to the simple fact that I'm highly distractable.... Look a penny!
What was I saying? Oh yeah. And the best part is that after all the washing, rewashing, drying, rewashing, redrying, fluffing, piling, and folding going on, most of it ends up on the floor in front of their respected closets. And inevitably mixed in with the smellies that can't seem to make it the extra foot into the hamper. No wonder it's such a daunting task. Sometimes I think those nudist are on to something. So while my goal is to allot separate laundry days for separate family members (because in my head I'm way more organized than I am in physical life),  it has yet to work out that way.
Moving on. Why were we talking about laundry again?

Oh yes. The poop.

So there is the distinct order to things... Somehow.... And then there is the screwball factor. More like a constant (ie the laundry cycle) and the variable little boyism to factor in. So in the midst of all the folding and refolding (if you have pets, you'll know what this means), Bean comes barging into my tranquil Grey's Anatomy/Folding time/Nap time, very sweetly asking for more toilet paper. To wipe his butt with. So as I'm taking a much needed break from tranquility.... to help my three year old, I realize, the is no way this big of a mess ensued from one simple, routine potty time. A few questions later reveals the need for a pair of rubber gloves .... So while my Bean enjoys a Hollywood shower (during his allotted nap time, no less) I tackle the boy's bathroom. Let's just leave it at that. Anything to get out of nap time, right?

And more laundry. Including the bath mat.

At least the boy had the sense to use a few well-placed (and now very soiled) hand towels. Too bad they were my dear departed Grammy's hand laced set. What was I thinking putting those in the boy's/guest bathroom? And on that note, whoever thought it was a good idea to share the kid's bathroom with guests?! The inventor of bleach must have had little boys.

When I told Noah I was going to wash all his clothes today ... He got very worried... And said, "No Mom! I need some of my clothes still...... "
So i proceed to explain that what i meant was... not all of his clothes... just all of his dirty ones. switching gears, he says, "Well, that's good. I'm out of underwear! I think I must have packed them all!"

Uh yeah. Newsflash: You didn't pack em. They're with sweet Grammy's hand towels in the belly of the soak cycle.

So while you're cleaning up your very dirty laundry and trying to keep from bleaching your boys - remember.... Someday they'll be tricking some other poor, lovelorn sap into doing their laundry for them .... In about twenty years..... True story.... DH was very good at convincing poor unsuspecting college girls to do his laundry. Wait....now it's me! Ooooooohhhhh man...... He's a tricky one! I guess I'm not gonna get the last laugh in this episode.

What do ya know....I'm not hungry anymore.

And now to our new section:
Noah ism of the day:

Me: Noah, what's our brain for?
Noah: To keep our heads puffed up!