S.O.S.

I'm sorry for the dead time. My parents have been in town for the last week, and I've been spending a glorious amount of time with them. It is so good to have them around...not only to lend a helping hand, but to keep me company while I do the 'ol routine!

One of the perks of having my mom around, is that she is doing the Clemens laundry. Laundry is one of those things that I do without much complaint, but I sometimes get overwhelmed with the amount of clothes put before me on a weekly basis. Washing clothes for a family of six is tricky, especially when one child needs a specific outfit on a certain day. (Hopefully I can find it in the bottomless pit of the hamper.)

Before my parents came, I made a concerted effort to get as much laundry done as possible to keep my mother from being too overwhelmed herself. I was able to get a good amount done. (It is a victory for me when the clothes are NOT overflowing OUT of the hampers on to the floor.) The remainder of my family's dirty clothes fit nicely inside my two hampers...NO evidence that underneath the lids of these hampers that clothes were begging to explode onto the floor. I was so proud of the fact that you could actually see the floor of my laundry room!

The funny thing was, when my mom arrived and looked in the hampers she immediately said in her gentle way,

"Georgie honey, you don't need to let your laundry get so out of control. "

I was stunned.

I sputtered back, " Mom, this is IN control! "

She laughed.

After one week of doing laundry for me, she started to see how difficult it is to keep up with so much.

I heard her mutter to herself, "This laundry is NOT going to beat me."

Well, mom's been visiting for a week and a half today. She announced, "Well, Georgie, I've given up on the laundry. You are on your own!"

She at least made a good dent in it for me, but I'm where I was before mom came: Two hampers filled to the brim, covered with lids. Thanks for trying mom!