I remember the day Terry and I came home from our honeymoon in St. Thomas. Still on the newlywed high and thinking, I love being a wife already. So, I opened up the closet that held the washer and dryer in our apartment. I remember being so thankful that we had them and I didn't have to take the clothes to a laundry center. As I was doing the laundry, I called my mom and told her I had done several loads and had several to go. She laughed and said, "Get used to that honey!"
What? How bad could it be? Let me tell you, seven years and two children later, pretty bad. I used to be able to laundy once a week. Now I put a load in every day. I even took the baskets out of the girls' rooms and just throw all of their stuff directly into the washer (it's close to their rooms). With any towels or dishtowels added, it comes to a load every day. It saddens me to think there is rarely a moment when all of the laundry is done at one time. I have a load that needs to be washed, dryed, folded or put away at every moment in the day.
So, thanks mom. You tried to warn me. Frankly, I don't think at that moment I believed you. I DO NOW!