We snapped this picture while we were in Arizona. We panicked when we realized that we couldn't see Stetson, so we went looking through my parents' house trying to find him. Lafe finally found him like this -- in the upstairs laundry room, peering out from the dryer. We had no idea he was such a climber!
This shot is perfect for today. I'm aggravated about laundry. I'm finally finishing up this week's. I usually do all my laundry on Thursdays, but this week our little family of three managed to dirty enough clothing for eight loads of laundry. I put the blame on winter. Winter clothes are bulky and they always end up soggy. Plus you have to wear so many clothes in the winter! Today Stetson had on socks, an undershirt, and pajama bottoms all underneath a t-shirt, pants and jacket. Of course, he then managed to knock over a bowl of soup I'd left on the counter, covering himself in potato stickiness. So we're on our second set of everything.
Stetson is always a big help when it comes to laundry. He loves playing in the baskets and pulling all the clothes out. Yesterday he even helped me sort my sock drawer. Before moving to Cleveland, I thought that socks epitomized winter. Only in the most frigid of conditions would I be forced to wear socks and shoes. On the rare chance that flip-flops would not do, then I'd endure a cute pair of socks for a day or two. But moving to Cleveland, I've learned that not all socks work for winter. For example, cute socks just don't cut it. No, we're in the world of wool now. Plus, your shoes get covered in snow so you're always taking them off at people's houses. Your socks have to be in completely presentable condition. So Stetson and I went through my drawer, throwing out any socks with holes and putting the cute, thin socks I used to love at the bottom. Stetson's favorite part was when I'd put my hand in one to check for holes and then use it as a puppet. It was good for an hour of sock puppet goodness! I guess there are some good to laundry (besides the whole looking presentable and smelling good part).
So here's to the Sisyphean task of laundry. And longing for the flip-floppin' days of summer.