Seriously, my laundry has gotten out of control. The pile's getting so big I'm sure it's going to spring to life at any moment and eat me alive. Now part of this is the dirty bedding that D's been sleeping on for the past few nights. Since he's gone and I get the bed to myself tonight, I'm washing everything to kill the icky flu buggies. I do at least one load a night. I can never make any headway. I'm determined to make a dent in this mountain this weekend. I've already done two loads tonight!
