Laundry Snafoo

Seeing this early this morning reminded me of the old Ramona books where she tried to be cute by copying a commercial where the kid said the grown up had wrinkly elephant legs.

 

In all the washing we’ve mixed up absolutely everything. Maddie has been wearing miss matched socks everyday this week. We washed all the tights and put them in Maddie’s drawers. Turns out some weren’t actually hers. She wore these this morning. I noticed before she went out the door. She had my tights on. I sent her upstairs to get another pair. Knowing several pairs of mine would be in her bin if the first one was and we were running late I told her get the smallest one she could find. She came down with a pair that might reach from her waist to her knees if she really, really stretched it. It was Ashlyn. Finally she had to get two mismatched, dirty, Dora the Explorer socks that she wore yesterday. Poor girl. And I don’t have a plan for tomorrow yet.

 

This weekend’s project? Find the clothes for our bare minimum survival without opening our sealed laundry. I’m not ready to open stuff up again for fear of bed bugs or fleas. Whatever we’ve had around here making our lives misery for the last six months. Still, I won’t complain. I have a house. It may have bugs, but I have a house. We’re blessed and grateful for it.