My house is over run with muslins. I thought the enormous pile we had was ridiculous but it turns out that 30 isn’t enough for two babies. My washing machine is screaming, “Not again! I’ve only just finished the last load! Please, give me a break!”
I can find them everywhere and after a night time of feeds, I can’t get out of my bedroom without navigating my way around the million scattered across the floor.
The weird thing is, I’m enjoying my ritual of the daily wash (the laundry I mean – me, have a daily wash? Ha, that’s a good one, did you hear I have three children under the age of 2 & a half? Thank goodness for wet wipes, deodorant and dry shampoo). Pulling out clean smelling washing, after seeing/smelling what goes in – I have a potty training two year old and have you smelt a milk covered muslin after an hour in this heat? Don’t… And then I find my daily ‘chore’ of hanging out the washing on the line strangely therapeutic. Barefoot on the grass, sun on my back and my newly developed obsession with using matching pegs for each item (the psychologist in me suggests this is the need for some control in my chaos filled life, but you can take your own guess).
And the best thing about my daily chore? All that is dirty laundry in the morning, is dry, fresh smelling laundry in the evening! The cleansing cycle is complete. And yes, I really am writing a whole post on laundry!
The thing of it is, this is my life. It won’t always be so important, but right now, this is just part of my daily mission to keep my household running. If the wash doesn’t go on, the whole thing falls apart and just where would we be then? ‘Don’t go round to the Bradley house, they mostly just walk around naked – Ceris just can’t get her act together with the laundry’. I challenge you to find a more important task.
Laundry is just one of the jobs on our mummy list. I don’t mean that dads don’t do it too, just that I’m sure they don’t place it as high on their priority list as I do. I’m sure to bore you with more of my mummy list, but thankfully for everyone, myself included, I do like to talk about things not related to being a mum. I don’t like to be defined by just one of my names. You can also take comfort in knowing that I won’t ever talk about the following:
1. Dirty nappies – when you become a parent, you will talk about the contents of your baby’s nappy with your partner and you can deny it all you want until then. But that information isn’t for sharing.
2. How many times I’ve been up in the night – nobody really cares and there is only one winner in that conversation.
3. Breast feeding – are we really still talking about this? Either use them, or don’t but can we please move on?
4. The new noise my baby (babies!) has just made – it means nothing to anyone except me and I’m not sure how significant it is to me either (I am a doting parent really).
So the next thrilling instalment? Sterilising everything in sight… No, maybe we’ll both give that a miss.