I'm beginning to hate laundry as much as i do dishes

For the last week I've been cleaning out our house. Sawyer moving out means packing all his stuff and moving it to his house. Now, I'm not wasting my gas to move his stuff. I am, however, packing all his belongings, one closet at a time.

And, y'all, I never thought it would be so difficult. I guess after eleven years of jumbling all our worldly possessions together it should be. Every box has to be gone through to pick what's mine from what's his. And the laundry this is creating. As I go through everything I'm finding clothes and blankets and quilts and outgrown baby stuff thrown in closets or in baskets in the corner "to pack up for storage later". It all needs to be washed before storing or donating. Think I'm kidding? I give you proof.

In case you can't tell, that's four (FOUR!) laundry baskets and a large plastic clothes hamper overflowing. In the past two weeks I bet I've washed twice that much laundry. And I still have both bedrooms upstairs and the closets in them to go. I'll be so glad when it's all done.

What monster have you been fighting this week? Have you conquered it yet, or are you still working toward your goal?


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