the Hippo Brigade

Laundry Day

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April 3, 2008

When I have to start wearing my husband’s underwear, I know that I needs to be doing some laundry. So, I hoisted the laundry basket up, felt my back crack, and I brought it downstairs, but not before I stumbled backwards, and almost fell down all my stairs–that sucker was heavy. I plunked it down on the floor and then sat down and drank some coffee–I so deserved a break after getting one step closer to actually putting the clothes into the washing machine.
While I was commending myself on my super-human strength, I noticed Berlyn pulling all of the clothes out of the laundry basket. I thought, Oh, how sweet is she? She’s helping mama sort the laundry.

She’s checking the labels, and making sure that my top is machine washable–I taught her ‘Marc Jacobs always gets hung dry.’

Yes, those are my underwear around her neck, and no I did not put them there (you have to look close, because my underwear and her shirt are the same color).

Now it’s time to put dad’s socks on.

All clean. I think my shoe, her sippy, and Zoey all made it back into the basket–she’s very thorough.