One might think I would have come to this conclusion before now, however, I guess I have been living in denial.
Are you ready for my epiphany?:
I must do laundry every. single. day.
I don't assume much responsibility for the mountain, after all, I am the woman who has been known to wear a shirt, sleep in a shirt, and find herself wearing it the next day at Target because I just threw on some jeans in the morning and off I went.
I blame these critters:
They are making Sundaes in this photo, but honestly, it doesn't matter what they are doing... they will always dribble, smear, spill, or wipe something on themselves.
I am constantly asking myself... "Is that chocolate or poo?... Chocolate or poo?" (100 meaningless points if you can name that movie).
Anywho. I clearly have little to write about today since I am talking about laundry and poo. So, I will spare you and sign off for the night.