The thing about being sick is that you only get through the basics. Dressing kids/self. Feeding kids/husband/self. Washing kids/self. Anything above that can be considered unessential and left for another day.
I finally started feeling better yesterday. I celebrated by going to work, sitting in meetings all day, racing home to have the busiest three hours of my week, followed up by a game of indoor soccer (we lost 6 to 1, thanks for asking!) and a date with the piles of washing (see photos above).
I kid you not. An entire week of washing folded in one night.
Luckily I come from excellent genetic stock in pile creation. The women in my family can stack a dish rack like no-one else you have ever seen. The Geege has made many quips about this over the years as I have managed to delicately balance 10 pots on top of each other without any of them falling. It is a gift I tell you.
This stacking skill fortunately extends to piles of washing too. Getting an 80cm high pile of clothes to sit is quite a useful skill for any disorganised home maker. No. Really.
I also do a mean pile of paper. But I am less happy about that gift from my parents. Much harder to deal with.
So after I have conquered Mt Washmore (as Cate calls it), I will be taking a short break while I visit my parents and Sister A in Fibrotown. I shall be back on Friday night with my first Weekend Rewind (my other 'first one' being cancelled due to illness!). I look forward to seeing you all then.
Do tell me. Have you needed to train yourself in the fine art of washing stacking? or you a do it as you go kind of person?