Entry FeedToday I sunk to a new low. I wasn't sure when I last did laundry, but I was pretty sure that Son Two had worn his last clean pair for the past two days. I didn't think that I could stretch them for a third.
As we rushed out the door this morning, Husband was getting him dressed. Son Two walked down stairs in his pajama pants. Not acceptable.
I rifled through the hampers, and came up with a navy pair that didn't look too dirty and put them on him.
Tonight I decided I need to get on top of laundry. Tomorrow is Easter Sunday, and I wanted him wearing a clean pair of pants to my sister's for Easter dinner. It is always nice to look presentable for holidays.
I emptied all of the hampers and came up with only two pairs of Son Two's pants. Huh? Where could all of his pants be? I am sure that he has more than three pairs of pants (two in the hampers, plus the one I pulled from the hamper that he is still wearing.)
Grabbing some of Son One's and daughter's pants, and my only pair of jeans, I had a full load. After 40 minutes, I went to transfer the pants to the dryer.
Aha! The dryer was full of clean, dry pants belonging to all of the males in the house. I have no idea how long they have been in their, but Son Two had at least three clean pairs.
Next I just need to do a load of socks and underwear, and we could be set for the week.