In the past three weeks my mom, my husband, and I have all collaboratively worked toward keeping the piles of dirty laundry from taking over house. It’s like some kind of horror movie. I could just picture the clothes eventually coming to life and forming a mutiny. Instead of The Walking Dead it’s The Walking Threads.
I am grateful for the help I have had with these excess loads of laundry, but since when did washing clothes become such a massive effort? It feels like it is endless! All because of a sweet little baby? How could one tiny new family member triple our laundry?
Her socks could fit on my thumbs. An entire new born baby outfit is smaller than one of my three year old’s pant legs. It’s not like she is a fashionista. She’s three weeks old! WHERE IS ALL THIS LAUNDRY COMING FROM?
When I really stop and think about it, it does make sense though.
Sure she’s cute and small, but don’t let that fool you. She’s a mess.
Every time I change her diaper she pees. I try to be really fast and wipe her while the dirty diaper is underneath and then get a clean one on her bottom immediately, but somehow in that brief moment with no diaper she always pees and it’s often accompanied by poop. I have learned to put a changing pad under her, but then that means her outfit and the changing pad are now soiled and need to go into the hamper.
For her first Doctor’s appointment she peed on their exam table and then I picked her up so that they could change the paper out and she pooped ALL OVER ME. She wasn’t even 8 pounds at the time so it’s pretty amazing that she could even hold that much bright mustardy yellow poo and yet there it was, all over my shirt.
Ohhh and the spit up! Projectile spit up. Spit up everywhere.
Maybe you are familiar with the Moby Wrap? It’s cool. My sister in law is letting me borrow hers. How it works is that you wrap yourself and the baby with 5 yards of fabric. Then you get enough spit up or a blow out diaper on that thing and that’s a half a load of laundry right there.
Plus all the burp cloths, sheets and blankets that get pee, poop, or spit up on them.
I can’t really blame her for my leaky breasts, but I kind of can, so I will. I usually wear pajamas several times before washing them because I generally don’t have a reason to. Well, that used to be the case. Now I am lucky if I don’t have to change shirts in the middle of the night. YIKES!
Blankets + sheets + wraps + shirts + pants + changing pads + baby = a BUNCH of laundry.
It’s all good though. Before you know it I’ll be hauling her prom dress off to the dry cleaner. I look forward to those days too, but for now I’m cherishing all the burp cloths…
and teeny tiny jeggings.
Ah yes! I remember these days – all of them! I’d be lying if I said she didn’t sound like a champ where it’s concerned. She is so precious though – enough to make you forget about the poo shirt and the laundry…almost! Love those jeggings! Happy haircut day today!
When I was getting stuff out for baby #2 I was like how could I have run out of birth cloths when i have so many, but i did. One thing I am not looking forward to is the amount of laundry a new baby brings. Cute post. 🙂
I remember those days!! My current laundry hog is my running boy. Maybe no more pee, poo, or puke, but muddy, sweaty, manly clothes take up some room now!