The Futility Room, you know the place where you do your laundry. I am at absolute war with mine right now. I honestly do not know how my little family can go through so much laundry in a week's time. I do laundry every day, most often multiple times a day. Laundry has become my reason for existing in this house right now and I hate it.
Last month I got pretty lazy about the laundry. The overwhelming humidity made using the outdoor clothes line a pointless and unpleasant science experiment in growing mildew so I, guiltily at first, then with slovenly abandon, began putting everything in the clothes dyer. Well, well, well, the futility bill came and it went up $60.00 for the month. Sixty dollars to dry clothes! I knew I needed to get back on track.
So now my home has turned into a Chinese Laundry. I've got clothes hanging everywhere. On the shower curtain, on drying racks, over the backs of chairs, and over the top railings of my four poster bed. It's not attractive but it's in line with my goals which are to save money, keep my family clean, and help out the planet at the same time. I hate my internal struggle about something as mundane as laundry, but with a little attitude adjustment I'll be fine in a bit.
The other thing that has been bothering me is that Princess keeps getting diaper rash under her cloth nappies and disposables are the only thing that seem to control it. I cringe at just about everything about disposables, the cost, the plastic, the landfill space. Unfortunately, at least for right now her tushie has made it's preference pretty clear. I've go to make a trip to the wearhouse store tonight to pick up a case of diapers. Ouch!
On a different note, I know I've been pretty spotty in blogging. I'm actually getting prepared to have some pretty major surgery. It's been a bit emotionally consuming, worrying about the kids and hubby while I'm out of commission, but it will all be behind me soon and hopefully I'll be a lot more focused then.
Last month I got pretty lazy about the laundry. The overwhelming humidity made using the outdoor clothes line a pointless and unpleasant science experiment in growing mildew so I, guiltily at first, then with slovenly abandon, began putting everything in the clothes dyer. Well, well, well, the futility bill came and it went up $60.00 for the month. Sixty dollars to dry clothes! I knew I needed to get back on track.

So now my home has turned into a Chinese Laundry. I've got clothes hanging everywhere. On the shower curtain, on drying racks, over the backs of chairs, and over the top railings of my four poster bed. It's not attractive but it's in line with my goals which are to save money, keep my family clean, and help out the planet at the same time. I hate my internal struggle about something as mundane as laundry, but with a little attitude adjustment I'll be fine in a bit.
The other thing that has been bothering me is that Princess keeps getting diaper rash under her cloth nappies and disposables are the only thing that seem to control it. I cringe at just about everything about disposables, the cost, the plastic, the landfill space. Unfortunately, at least for right now her tushie has made it's preference pretty clear. I've go to make a trip to the wearhouse store tonight to pick up a case of diapers. Ouch!
On a different note, I know I've been pretty spotty in blogging. I'm actually getting prepared to have some pretty major surgery. It's been a bit emotionally consuming, worrying about the kids and hubby while I'm out of commission, but it will all be behind me soon and hopefully I'll be a lot more focused then.










