Day 7

I have deemed Thursdays my laundry day. I get up with Gavin, get him all set with his breakfast and go get the baskets from our rooms. Gavin just sits and watches and speaks his toddler language to me. I have a system and it works for me, although Bob likes to tease me about it, but after all my Mom always said, if they tease you, they must like you. So with that I continue to do our laundry on Thursdays and ignore his goofy comments. I do Gavin's first since his stuff needs to be in All Free & Clear due to his eczema and it also gets an extra rinse which takes another 10 minutes in washing machine time. Whats washing machine time you ask? Well I think it's kind of like football time, you know how it goes, there is two minutes left on the clock but really it takes about ten minutes, well folks that's washing machine time. I could go see how much longer, it will have a number 4 on it then 15 minutes later it finally finishes. Crazy, I know. Anyway, last night talking with my cousin and Bob got me thinking...I used to LOATHE doing the laundry. Like absolutely hated it. The whole thought of the entire process start to finish used to make me cringe. Having to lug everything to one of our parents houses or a laundry mat and just sit there waiting, it was like laundry was your keeper for that day. We would rather go buy new socks and underwear and such then be a slave to our laundry day. Then 4th of July 2008 came. We just moved into our apartment and Bob and I made our first real purchase together. It was our brandie spankin new washer and dryer. We couldn't have been happier. We were currently doing our laundry at his parents house and a laundry mat and with the baby on the way, it just made sense to have our own. Well the dryer just beeped so its about that time to fold and put away...ugh...