Sometime laundry makes me cry. Sometime due to the enormity of the task, sometimes due to the never ending-ness and sometimes it is the inevitability that there will without doubt be a number of loads beckoning to me tomorrow since the two little gremlins choose their shirts over napkins and Kleenex and use their pants as waders in mud, dirt and any other grime they may come across in their daily adventures. But, every once and a while it is because little teeny tiny items I thought long given away emerge to remind me how quickly the monkeys (or gremlins/creatures/ offspring) are growing tonight among the 452 left socks I tried to find matches to emerged a pair of socks so small they look like they must belong to a doll and I can still remember looking at them almost 6 years ago thinking how they were much too big for those little feet that had newly emerged from my womb. Along with the little blue socks was the little white hospital cap that G wore immediately post birth. The best part was when I showed G the hat and told him when he had worn it he replied with a hearty laugh and a "Ya cause I came from your tummy!" as if this was the most incredulous thing possible.
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I think the nostalgia is being stirred by A's upcoming 6th birthday, sigh,sniff! Just kidding on the sniff I am lovin' every stage and lets be honest it is so much easier to look back longingly than to be standing at 3am in spit up with a screaming baby!
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In case anyone was wondering about the word 'never ending-ness' I decree it is my blog so I will make up words if i want, oh ya and post horrible pictures of the laundry beast! You dig!? Oh and pretend to be hip as well! UG!
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