Kids, just use a washcloth to dry off...

I have washed the same load of towels three times.

I’m not talking about washing them, drying them, using them, and re-washing them… I mean, I threw a load of wet towels in on Friday to wash them, after the kids had their swim practice. I forgot about them overnight, and opened the washer to discover them on Saturday afternoon. I re-ran the load, and promptly forgot about them until I opened the washer this morning.

The washer is running right now, and I am not leaving this house until those stupid towels actually make it to the dryer.

What is wrong with me, here? Usually I am so ‘on top’ of things with my laundry schedule. Usually, I’m all like… ‘Laundry, I’m not scared of you.’ Usually, I make laundry my b*tch. For realz.

People say to me all the time, “Wow, Staci, you just have it sooo together! I admire you. I think I want to be you. Oh, and your highlights look amazing."




Shut up.


I admit it, friends. Some days I’m more ‘together’… more productive…than others. Some days, I pack lunches, cook a healthy dinner, finish (and fold!) the laundry, volunteer with a smile on my face, write a killer blog, help with school projects, chauffeur to swim practice… and Cub Scouts… and twirling… and dance… and Happy Hour (Oh, wait, that’s for me.)

And some days? Well, some days, I spend a half hour, sitting on the playroom floor, trying to scrape squished Tootsie Roll out of the carpet, while I wash a load of laundry for the 4th time.