My Daughter Ran Out of Pants

Yesterday my daughter ran out of clean pants to wear.   I could blame the fact that she wore 3 pairs of pants and one skirt yesterday alone, but technically one of the pairs came from the daycare.  And, of the 3 pairs, two of them were actually too small for her.  So, I can't blame her for that.

I blame this: 

So, she really did have a lot of pants, but they were all buried in this mountain of clean laundry.  I've written about folding laundry before on this blog, and I realize it is not the most glamorous of topics, but that just shows what an ever present impact (plague?) it has on my life.   This week was even more out of control because I've been out of town the last two weekends when we usually get some laundry done.  So, yesterday, I washed clothes all day and dedicated my evening last night to folding.   Two TV shows and two beers later - I had this:

Can you find the cat on the table too?

The truly sad part about all of this is, as I folded clothes that were piled on the chair I discovered piles of already folded clothes below it.  It was like an archeological dig.  Beneath the rubble there were already folded pairs of pants for both children.  Likely folded by my helpful mother last week when she was here.

There is such a massive sense of accomplishment when finishing folding a laundry pile this big, but the feeling immediately diminishes with the next step of having to put the clothes away.  I hate putting them away.  But, no excuses this time - we needed to get this done and it was so nice to see what our furniture actually looks like for a change.   But, there is one final step, and one which I'm about to tackle now... the socks.   Any guesses on how many miss-matches I'll have when I'm finished folding all of them?  Based on past experiences, I'm guessing between 20-30 singles will be leftover.