Not really. I knew that would get your attention. So, I'm here at the house on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Elliott is at the studio, the littlest one is asleep and the three others are at grandma's house. I'm listening to a Jim Gaffigan cd and folding laundry. Yes, the never-ending laundry cycle.
Here's how you know you've been doing laundry nonstop for the last 10 years or so: You realize halfway through folding a load that the clothes are, in fact, not clean at all. They're dirty. In the basket. Just waiting in line to be washed. I found myself saying, in my best Jim Gaffigan voice, you know the voice he uses that sounds like a whispering woman,
"Are these clothes clean?"
"These shirts just don't smell fresh."
"What is that? A stain? When did I have a Hot Pocket?"
So I'm off to wash some clothes that are currently folded nicely on my couch. It's a good thing I don't have a habit of putting clothes away after I fold them.