About this guest post blogger: Darcy is a part-time work-at-home mother of one entertaining baby girl. She’s been blogging on and off for several years. While the genre and topics may change, her passion has not. Her current passion is writing about parenting, breastfeeding, cloth diapering, and family-friendly products at Tales From the Nursery.
Before having a baby, I hated doing laundry. I would do my best to wear every article of clothing I owned before resorting to such an awful chore. That’s right, I was one of those young college girls who loaded up their car full of dirty laundry and went home every month to wash it all.
After getting married, I still didn’t like laundry. I did mine – he did his.
During my pregnancy, laundry became more exciting – anticipatory, even, but also a little terrifying. (What if she was a he? I thought as I washed pretty pink blankets and dresses.)
Then along came baby. I knew a baby equaled more laundry but I didn’t realize how much more! I went from once to twice a week to every 2-3 days. As the laundry continued to feel never-ending (and a drag), I still somehow decided at the beginning of this year to switch to cloth diapers.
Surprising, I now love doing laundry! I want to wash my favorite cloth diapers right away only to be used again. When I buy new ones, I can’t wait to do 3, 4, 5 loads of laundry to prep them. Who knew washing could be so fun? My daughter seems to find it interesting too. She only gets to go in the basement when I’m doing the laundry during the week while her daddy is at work. Laundry is an all-day task since her diapers, clothes, and burp cloths all need to be done every couple of days.
After the first change in the morning, we take ’em down to get started. Throughout the day we go down to complete each step. (Cloth requires a pre-rinse, a wash, and an extra rinse.) Baby girl curiously observes from her Bumbo chair while mama does laundry magic. By the time daddy gets home – there’s 2-3 loads of clean laundry sitting in baskets in the nursery.
Now, I just don’t like putting it all away!
Crystal
Except socks...I hate folding socks.
The room our washer & dryer were in was large so I would bring a book & sit and read while they got a nap. It was blissful!