Moving Mountains
Friday, September 18, 2009
A Sneak Peek Inside Wifey’s House
Friday’s Confession
When I first started Wifey’s House every Friday for some strange reason I felt compelled to tell on myself about something I probably shouldn’t have thought, said or done. Go figure.
Back at it again, I feel the need to blurt it out – I’ve been a bad blogger. Gasp!
Yes, I know, it’s hard to believe, but I have. I haven’t visited my reader or anyone’s blog in a week. It’s driving me crazy because to me that’s one of the best parts of blogging – reading other blogs. What’s my excuse? I’ve been busy moving mountains. No really, see:
I know they say don’t air your dirty laundry in public but all of this is clean (and has already been folded). Between running Wifey’s real house, the kids, and the wonderful new work assignments I’ve recently received I honestly feel like I’ve been moving mountains. I’m sure I’m preaching to the choir.
With that said, please forgive me for being a little behind; my superwoman cape is lost in the middle of the piles.
Winks & Smiles,
10 comments:
Folded???
And then rummmaged through to find a matching sock???
I sooooo get it!
i have to do laundry today! Yikes im dreading this! Your good with folding and organizing all of that, I throw things on their bed and let to have at it! smh!
Girl- I wish could move some of those mountains...I have more laundry then I know what to do with...INSANE...Boys, School, Sports and Now WINTER....not ready....so not ready!!!
Like I told Christie....Productivity is good. Everything catches up in the end right? BTW, glad to see someone getting their laundry done. hehehe!
Can I send my batch while you are at it??? :)
Aaaaw, (wo)man! Why'd ya have to go bring up laundry? Guess I'll back away from my laptop to address the Mt. Everest-esque pile in our laundry room now...sigh!
At least those three baskets are full of clean clothers. We have three baskets of dirty clothes, but only one is mine (tee-hee).
Oh wifey,
How lucky you are to have all clean clothes in baskets. I have a laundry room filled with baskets of dirty clothes. That's why my feet are freezing, I have NO clean socks to put on.
The laundry is endless, isn't it?
I have five children, and the I never get through with laundry! Now that the children are older, they help fold. My husband says, "That's what we had kids for!"
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