Anyone want to fold laundry?

I'll pay top dollar! It's creeping into every corner of my house and I can't stop it! Clothes upon clothes are taking over my house!

Exhibit A: Savannah sleeps in the laundry room. She does have her own bedroom with a crib, but she is so hyper that she needs a very dark, very quiet room to calm her down and get her to sleep. Naturally, this poses a problem. I don't think about doin g laundry when she is awake as my attention is more focused on delivering these phrases calmly and lovingly: "ah! don't put that in your mouth! don't run! don't hit! stop teasing!" Usually when it's much too late (and Savannah is sleeping) I realize how behind I am on laundry. So today I attempted putting her in her real room and real crib for her naps so I could get several loads done. She of course found nothing but pure joy in her crib. After all, it's way bouncier than the port-o-crib. She ran back and forth and jumped up and down for an hour and a half. No kidding. Meanwhile, I was silently praying she wouldn't bang her head on the crib so I could take her to the doctor for once without a bruise on her head! I managed to get about 5 loads washed and dried. Ugh, but that means they have to be folded! I'm so good at putting them in and taking them out of the washer and dryer that I forget the real job ahead of me.

Exhibit B: In addition to trying to manage the ever-growing piles of laundry to fold,I am trying to cycle out the winter clothes, cycle in the spring ones, but the weather is being so indecisive that I just have a little bit of everything hanging around.

Exhibit C: Something hilariously ironic happened today. Right around the witching hour (4pm) I loaded the kids in the car ro run some errands and deliver some clothing I've had in my house for a while. I was so relieved to get the bags and boxes off my to-do list only to receive a HUGE bag of clothes from someone else today! Just when I thought I was eliminating the excess I got more. It seems that is the running theme in my life: One step forward, sixteen steps back. I had to laugh. Of course it was so sweet of her to think of me, but unfortunately my kids don't have closets and I don't have a basement, so when I get things like that, I can't store them away for another day when I have time to go through them. They stare at me in the face and stand in the way until I do something with them because back in the 40s when our "charming" little house was built, it was decided that closets and basements were not necessary for survival. 60 years later I am dreaming of the day I can get a sleeping bag and sleep in my closet....and that is my only method of survival. The dream of a walk-in closet in every room! :-)

The literary merit of my posts is diminishing. It's a fact. My writing level for this blog is at the grade school level. Sweet. I want to apologize to my faithful readers for not giving you something more to "chew on." I'm not apologizing for having "Mom-thoughts." Good bloggers share those thoughts, be they Mom-thoughts, Dad-thoughts, political-issues-thoughts, gospel-thoughts, employee-thoughts, teacher-thoughts,funny-thoughts.... in a way that is thought provoking, regardless of the issue. I don't do that. I publish my thoughts for my own personal gratification as well as to fulfill my role as family historian. "Even if nothing else got accomplished today, at least I blogged!"

I was thinking the other day, "Do I ever have 'Non-Mom' thoughts??" I suppose this post answered that question. It's after midnight and I've had a few hours since the kids have been in bed to let my mind wander to the deep and uncharted synapses of my brain. How deep do I go? To the depths of closet-wanting.

In the words of Fiero in Wicked, "I am deeply shallow."