Happy Easter Sunday!
Our boys’ lovely GiGi (Godmother) invited us to a very special brunch today at a country club in the hills. The boys have been great in public (so far), & we were excited for the chance to have a spruced-up holiday.
The reservation was for 1 PM; my wife told me at 9:35 AM, “we are going to be sooo late.”
It was her that pointed out to me that we were down to our last two burp rags. I did mental math & figured, we can totally get TWO loads of laundry done before then. Easy-peasy.
1st load in, timer set, walk the dog, swing by the dog park, ding*!
“For efficiency’s sake, let’s take Rexford upstairs & grab the next load before flipping the first one.” Sensible thought, right?
How my wife does it when I’m away at work, I will never know.
At 11 I finally had a second to think about the laundry I had yet to flip. We needed to leave at 12:30 to make it on time… still a possibility even with the 2nd load to wash!
I run downstairs with the 2nd load & my quarters, put the 1st one confidently in the dryer. We got this. Timer set.
42 minutes later, the timer goes off. My wife & I each still haven’t showered, Baby A is covered in spit up, last night’s load of clean undershirts is still in our one Clean Laundry Basket.
And that’s when I begrudgingly invented the Laundro-crib.
Between our showers, diaper changes, Easter outfits (incl ties), car seat adjustments (every dang time at this age!), packing the newly-cleaned burp rags into our diaper bag, & finally leaving the one clean laundry basket on top of our still-in-use dryer in the community laundry room, we managed to get out the door by 12:38.
Is this parenthood? Looking at each other in the car & breathing a sigh of relief together – “we’re only 8 minutes late, they’ll understand”?
The Laundro-Crib made it all possible by solving the one problem we didn’t have time to deal with.
I still haven’t figured out where the time goes. Thankfully my wife is patient and supported my decision in the moment.
…& I have a commitment to fold every item tonight.