So many posts

There are so many posts that exist in my head.  The more often my life has interesting things to write about, the more likely it is that I have no time to write it. 

Really, my trouble started when I decided to get involved with the laundry.  I decided to really use the multiple washers we have in our house and knock it out.  Even the hand wash pile, delicate, sheets... you name it.  It was all done and I was happy.   So happy that I publicly announced my victory in a very arrogant way to a public audience. 

BAD MISTAKE.   I forgot what a fierce competitor laundry can be.  I went from done to 5 loads in less than 24 hours.  How does this happen?  The stomach flu.   Awesome.  And then... When I did all the laundry, apologized and wondered in my head, is there an appropriate laundry dance?  Can one celebrate even alone? I was hit again.  Round two for each and every baby.  Same week. 

F*#@.   Seriously.  I have learned my lesson.  When there is one more load to do, I don't put it in.  I wait for the laundry to pile up so that I can participate without being tempted to declare that I am done. 

I am sorry dear laundry.  There is always more.  We will not challenge you.  We respect your supreme authority.   Oh, and I am done.  Brendan can have the laundry back.  The kids don't seem to react so violently to his participation in the event.