During this visit I entered the master bedroom with the lady of the house. (let's just call her "Jembee")
There resting on her lovely queen-sized bed was something that resembled this:
It was all clean laundry, not folded, just mounted in a heap on the bed.
Forgive me Jembee, but to myself I thought, "How does one knowingly let the clean laundry pile up like that?"
Fast forward 4 years. I now find myself with three young boys, who are particularly messy if I do say so. My husband is particularly clean, which means he frequently changes his clothes that become dirty because of our messy boys. I usually hang out in what some may call "grubbies" because I know that if I change the next thing will just get dirty and then I will be the one washing all those dirty shirts. Gross I know, but it's survival.
The phrase, "compelled to be humble" comes to mind.
Just in case you didn't get the full scope of my clean laundry pile, here are two more pictures from different angles.
Eventually the laundry was all folded, some of it put away, the rest still waiting on the bed there to annoy me and Nick so we have to put it away before we can sleep. Jembee, I am a changed woman! I will now bow at your feet and worship.
Oh, and Gabe helped me fold! He's a good egg that one...
