"Good Thing It's Laundry Day!"

Oatmeal dripping down his chin, shirt, and pajama shorts, Toddzilla deadpanned, "Good thing it's laundry day!" Ah, the joy of a schedule even a two year old can understand. Monday is indeed laundry day (as is Thursday).

It's so easy to be overwhelmed by the routine tasks of running a home. If I've learned anything along the way it's this: a day for everything, not everything in a day. I've tried - unsuccessfully - to lump all the cleaning and laundry into one huge home-care blitz. Not gonna do it. I'm exhausted, everything is half done, and chaos reigns. Simply having a day for laundry, a day for cleaning the bathrooms - you get the point - makes all the difference in our little corner of the world.

The other hard truth I've come to accept is that if you think you're going to get your home care done, you have to be home. Not exactly rocket science, this simple idea still boggles me at times. When my girls were toddlers, we would run from play date to play date with a few organized activities thrown in for good measure. I would often bemoan the fact that the laundry never got put away or the bathrooms still weren't clean. How could it? We were never home!