18 lonley socks

This is kinda funny, well only to you. I am still sorting laundry, from three hours ago... Here are my stats so far...

Started at 1:30 pm it's now 4:19 pm

Started with an approx. pile of clothes 7 feet by 5 feet and, no shit, knee deep in my bedroom.

I am now able to see my bedroom floor, there are still piles to hang, and deliver to the kids rooms.

Socks... I had a pile. I sorted the pile, Spaghetti and the kids all have there socks matched... I have 18, yes 18 un matched socks. Where the eff did they go?

(possibly in the 9 laundry bags in Weaky's room?!?)

Not sure what bug got up my ass, but I am doing it. Little bits at a time...

Go me!

update on the bags of clean laundry

I did not shine my sink last night, I actually left it full of dirty dinner dishes, and did not clean off my hot spots. But I did wake up, and fold and put away two baskets of clothes!

I guess I am doing much better at washing clothes, I have only 1/2 a load to wash, it's all clean, but oh it's not all put away. Yep still got those 10 bags in the closet in Spikes room... obviously we don't need all those clothes if we have gone almost 2 weeks with out them!! Yikes!!

Well off to clean some more!

Me loves my fat suit.

Laundry Day.

Well it's not wash and dry laundry like you may think... it's put away all the clean clothes day. This is a day that no one, I mean not even the laundry lovers out there (yeah they're out there... mom) would want to tackle.

I have... drum roll please...


16 bags of clean clothes.
and
5 big laundry baskets of clean clothes.

To put away.

WTF? You ask? Well I suck at laundry. No really I do, shocker I know, with all that to put away it seems I am on top of my game, right? Riiiiight.

So I have nothing but some bill paying this morning, breakfast with the kids... then I will lock myself, and the little people on the second floor to attempt to put away all laundry.

I need to have my imaginary Peter Walsh and FlyLady right next to me, because I am going to be throwing away the nasty, and donating the not used, and returning some to my mom that I don't wear any more. I want to try on a shit load of my clothes, and decided what I am going to attempt to fit into again. I want to loose weight but not right now.

I am going to enjoy the month of December in my fat suit. I really thought about dieting in December but it's like trying to tell the fat kid he can't have cake. Too much good food. And I will be just like all the other cattle, and promise that on January 12th I will eat good. (not the first, it's a Holiday too, and I am going on a girls weekend the 9-11th so that would just mess with a good time)

I will dedicate myself back to Spark People, and get my shit together. Spaghetti and I really want this. So back to the purge of laundry. I will be trying on, making a "I wish" section in my closet, that I WILL fit into again.

Wish me luck... I need it!

Fucking Laundry.

Fuck the laundry.

Fuck the white tshirts I can not find.

Fuck the dress shirts, dress pants, clean underware, hoodies, socks, sleepers, and bras that I can not find clean.

It's all fucking dirty. I care. I want it all organized.

But what I really fucking want is a nudist colony for a family, or disposable clothes. Fuck the environment on this one. Well, no... ummm... how about biodegradable clothes.

Whatever.

I fucking hate laundry. I suck ass at laundry. I do not enjoy it.

I don't even enjoy when it's all put away. I just know that it will be all back in the dirty clothes pile again. or on the floor, up to my fucking knees in clean-what-the-fuck pile of laundry.

FUCK it. GD laundry... BAH!! Grrrrrrrrrr.....