Over the meadow and through the woods...

To the laundry room we go...
yup.
This is becoming my new hobby...not that I pride myself in doing all this laundry. Before the arrival our little miss, I was doing three loads a week. Mine, the little man's and the towels. Hubby and I have a deal that we do our own laundry, due to many mis-haps (such as shirts going in the dryer, when the tag says "hang to-dry") though I'm not pointing fingers! I swear!
But these days, I'm learning there is more to my 'daily laundry routine' than putting in the soap, throwing it all in and turning the machine on and walking away.
Yes. I have successfully ruined a few pieces of the little miss' clothing by putting in the whites with the reds! (yes, I'm officially the breaker of the "don't mix colours with the whites" rule that my mother pounded into my head when I was 10 yrs old and being taught how to use the machine and starting to do my own laundry)
I washed the few white pieces of clothing, praying that the red blotches faded away...they did a bit, but now there are three lovely pieces of clothing that I will never be able to pass along, sell, or donate...well, maybe donate, but who would want a red blotch on a white onesie that says "Snow" on it?
I digress.
So with the addition of just one extra person, I'm now up to six loads of laundry a week.
(the life of a woman on maternity leave...it doesn't get any better than this)
Plus with this heatwave, and the air conditioner being on more than I would like it to be...I'm doing my laundry at night, which means less sleep for me and the poor little man (and hubby) have to deal with a very grumpy mommy.
And do I blame my little miss?
how could I?
after I see her beautiful smile, her big bright blue eyes and her new found obsession with making noises that make you think she is imitating a very squeaky door in need of some oil...no, I cannot be mad at her.
I know the massive spit-ups will come to an end...the non-stop drool is just temporary and the need for me to post a "looking for receiving blankets or burp blankets" on a few different groups that I'm part of is just part of the whole "you have a baby...and after four years don't tell me you have forgotten this" syndrome that I feel I now have.
Could life get any more interesting than this?
(yes that is dripping with sarcasm)