More Lucy Than June

99 baskets of laundry to wash, 99 baskets of laundry…

You wanna know where my laundry is right now? You want the truth? You CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!

Basically, the short of it is…it’s everywhere. Quite literally.

There’s a load in the washer, a load in the dryer…and umpteen (who made up that word?) more loads sitting in front of it.

The laundry that HAS been washed is sitting on top of the futon in the playroom. (Yes, Dear Friends Coming To Visit This Week, I’ll clear that up for you soon.)

Well, SOME of the laundry that is clean is on the futon. There’s more on top of my bed. Ugh…the thought of going upstairs to face it is enough to make me want to hurl it out the window.

Now, now. To be fair to myself, I did fold and put away four loads today. BUT WHAT DOES THAT TELL YOU ABOUT THE INSANE AMOUNT OF LAUNDRY WE PRODUCE HERE? Where is it all coming from????

Soooo…let’s see, we have a potty training toddler, we’re coming off of some horrible stomach bug that prompted all sheets and towels within a 10 mile radius of our home to be disinfected in an insane amount of hot water… (Come to think of it, my water bill is going to cause some cardiac arrest this month.), not to mention the fact that…well, FIVE people live here.

But even with the overflowing baskets that cannot contain the mountains of soiled clothing, I have stumbled upon a problem.

It was never a problem until…now.

See, when Stephen and I got married we gleefully registered for towels and washcloths, picking out colors and patterns like kids in a candy store. And people BOUGHT those purple and sage towels for us…and for the two of us, it was plenty. We had a nice set of towels, and we had what I thought to be LOTS. Perhaps even too many. (Oh the irony of it all…)

And here we are, seven years later, and those purple towels are sporting some pretty lovely bleach stains and fraying ends. No matter, they still dry you off, right? The sage towels are holding up well… (Newlyweds, always register for the QUALITY stuff. People will buy it…and you will be happy. Trust me.)

The problem?

Somehow, those numerous towels that we had stocked in our linen closet back in 2002 is no longer enough for all of us. I don’t know…maybe we lost some somewhere. Or maybe it’s just the sheer number of people taking baths in our house that constantly leaves THIS linen closet empty. And my husband asking…”Um, do we have any clean towels yet?”

And my poor guests coming into town this weekend? Please be prepared for the widest assortment of towels you’ve ever seen…you’re probably going to be offered beach towels at some point.

But I’ll try to refrain from offering you the flannel infant receiving blankets that I had to use one morning.

Oh, the embarrassment.