Theresa is over a year old now. Laundry is manageable, I guess. I've got five loads waiting to go. I get a bunch of loads piled up, and I don't want to wash any of them because I'm wearing something that goes in one or more of those loads, and I don't like having one lone sock or shirt that has to wait for a full load to get cleaned.
Thank God for towels of various shades.
The heroic adventures of the Slayer of the Laundry Monster
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