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Laundry Pile

My house has more than one.

Dirty clothes:

  • There’s the main dirty clothes hamper in the laundry area.
  • But there’s probably a messy pile of dirty clothes on the bathroom floor as I write this. Even though I scooped them all up once already today.
  • There’s also a dirty clothes hamper in Jacks room and his Grammys room.

In-between clothes:

  • These are the coats and sweaters gathered on a chair or two in the kitchen.
  • Also, the many used kitchen towels on the counter near the sink.
  • Oh, and some stray items on the patio chairs out back, hats, sweaters, blankets etc.

Clean Clothes:

  • The central collection of clean laundry consists of every piece of laundry I resent the most. I keep this pile hidden in my bedroom.
  • Then there are Jacks clean clothes which live in the laundry basket on top of his dresser.

All of these piles get dealt with eventually just never at the same time.

Clothes get washed daily, but I loathe the putting away of laundry.

It runs in my family; my parents had laundry piles. Three kids and a dirty laundry pile that covered the entire floor of the laundry room.

We used to chuck dirty clothes on the messy pile and wait for them to end up on the neat heap.

It’s a cycle of laziness indeed; I am not blind to the obvious. But I can hardly bring myself to care. It’s just so damn tedious washing, sorting, folding, hanging, all in their proper places. It’s a never-ending nightmare.

Why hasn’t a machine been invented to accompany a washer and dryer that eliminates the need to fold and hang clothes manually?
(Actually, I think one has been invented…)

The bottom line is I’d rather wash all the dishes because I fucking hate laundry.

And no, my husband takes no initiative in the laundry department ok. I recall my leaving the house for lunch with the girls once last year, and I got a phone call from him because he didn’t have a clean towel because all the towels were dirty. Part of me felt like a failure, the other part of me slapped the shit out of that part and told her to tell him to “WASH SOME FUCKING TOWELS THEN!”

 

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Jack is Four

Jack turned four years old last weekend, and we celebrated with pizza, cake, ice cream, balloons, presents, and MONSTER JAM! We had a total blast, and as of yesterday, we’re still recovering.

My plan, (don’t laugh) is that now Jack is four, to start making him sit for practical homeschool lessons. We’ve been focusing on letters and numbers, what they are, where they go, and who they belong to for much of this past year. I’d like to advance into handwriting this year.

Jack draws, he draws cute little stick people, but that’s a relatively recent development.

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I got him a new chapter book for his birthday, I read it to him, of course, and the lack of pictures tortures him but it impressed by the presence of so many letters.

Jack is still really into vehicles and play acting. He’s always acting out little scenes and monologues and telling us stories, and that’s how he processes new information and stores it in memory. He also likes to teach his little-stuffed animals their colors and numbers etc., and it’s adorable.

Anyway, here are some pictures of us from the last few weeks.

 

 

Love It Or Lose It: My Struggle with Body Positivity.

My body and I aren’t getting along. I can’t even look in the mirror most days. I’m soft and doughy. I have no problem with curves or being plus size. I don’t have a flat stomach though, and my body lacks tone.

Right now my stomach looks pregnant. But it’s not. I don’t even feel like I have a right to use Jack as an excuse for this momma’s tummy because he was under 3lbs at birth.

My husband loves me for me, no matter what. While I appreciate that sentiment and love him even more for his continued expression of it, it still doesn’t help with my body issues.

I was complaining to my good friend Liz the other day, about my lack of body positivity regarding my extra weight and she said something that did help. She said, “you have to decide to love it or lose it.”

Go ahead and file that one under real talk.

I’ve decided to take my friends advice, sort of because I’m gonna love it, and lose it. I have to accept the fact that loving my body means caring for it somehow and I need to lose this unhealthy feeling.

I don’t want to focus on any specific weight goals though, mostly I just want to focus on making more mindful decisions about what I eat and drink. Explicitly avoiding snacking, eating while bored, and chocolate in mass quantities.

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January 15th, 2018

Initially, I had planned to share my struggle with you all in the form of weekly accountability posts, but that’s canceled. I have decided that I don’t owe any of you a peek at my vulnerability or access into all of the details of my journey, so we’ll just see what I post when I post it.

However, if you have a story or tips to share, please feel free to share them in the comments.