a bit ridiculous

I looked down at my squash-splattered shirt through my splattered glasses and began to wonder - exactly when I did I lose the ability to make it through an entire day in clean clothes?

I used to hang my clothes back up in the closet after wearing them the first time because...well they were pretty darn clean.

I'm now considering turning all laundry hampers into water-tight containers full of my super-special soaking mix because the tiny bucket on top of my dryer is just not big enough to soak all of Tommy's clothes and mine while they wait to be laundered.

I stopped saying "no no no no" to the squash-spewing machine in front of me long enough to realize that meal cleanup used to be simple. You put the dishes you used in the dishwasher.

I now bring a box of wet wipes to all meals (which usually take place on a drop-cloth in the middle of the living room floor) because by the time we're done we have dishes, body parts (legs, arms, hands, toes, AND face - for both of us), chairs, blankets AND toys to wipe down.

And although I wouldn't trade it for the world, I sometimes fantasize about eating an entire meal (maybe even more than one course!) in "dry-clean only" clothes instead of coveralls.