I believe it was yesterday that I thought, "you know, I dont think I've done laundry since before I left for Chicago...like Thursday morning."

I walked down to the laundry for the first time in almost a full week tonight. 

Uh, I'm in trouble. BIG trouble.

(p.s. I have to state, this is NOT a slam against my husband...I basically ask him not to do laundry, I have a sickness and a certain way I like it done...he cleaned and had the entire rest of the house picked up for me when I returned and even the kids were clean...the laundry is my own fault.)

Ok, off to switch loads.