Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This...

But somehow she never told me just what "like this" meant...today, it happened to mean getting up, showered, dressed, fed, and loading up the equivalent of 2 loads of laundry and 3 hours of time at my house with my old machines, a diaper bag full of goodies and supplies into the car, bathing, dressing, feeding the children (prior to loading them into the car), and heading over to my mother's house.

You see...somewhere in my "equation" of how long I could go without doing laundry, knowing I could just do it all at home after the new machines are delivered, I forgot to factor in teething, explosive diapers, and upset tummies...all of which happened at our house last night.

Capt Chaos awoke from his nap literally covered from the waist down with the overflow of his Pull-Up. It was on his sheets also. I stripped the bed, tossed the sheets and his clothing into the tub in the master bathroom to soak in cold water, and tossed him into the tub in his bathroom, scrubbed him down, dressed him, and came downstairs.

When Tiny Princess awoke, we repeated the process for her. She's teething. He had something that just didn't agree with his tummy.

Between 5pm and 8pm last night, we had two more such episodes to Captain Chaos, minus the bedsheets being changed. Tiny Princess awoke this morning with her back covered, her front covered, and it was all over the sheet again.

SO...we trucked on over to Mom's, loaded the diapers in the wash, and played for 45 minutes while the machine ran. I transferred them to her dryer, and started the next load (half of what I would have put into my top-loader had they still been at my house). I loaded the kids back up, picked up lunch, came back, they ate while I pulled the dry diapers out, loaded the wet clothes into the dryer, and the last of the dirty stuff into the washer. I ate, we played, and before I could fold the dry and put the wet into the dryer, we had to come home for naps.

Currently, I have 2 loads of laundry at my mother's house. It is supposed to be "delivered" by my dad when it is done in the dryer. I have the sinking suspicion that my mother will have folded it all, not just placed it into the basket. Even though I told her not to worry about it.

I am hopeful, prayerfully so, that we can make it through another 10 days without having to repeat this process, because I will tell you, that if I have to...it will mean that BB will sit at home with his children while I run the wash over to Mom's, start it, run errands, change it, come home and have lunch, go back over and change it, fold what's dry, change it again, and not come home until it is D-O-N-E!

I hate not having a machine...I thought it would be liberating, but it is driving me batty to not be able to just do a load of laundry!!!

How sick is that?!?!?!?!!?