least favorite things

Two of my least favorite things are laundry and vomit-- not necessarily in that order. My dislike of laundry started quite a few years ago. See, growing up my mama did my laundry. When I went to college I was BLOWN away by the thought of having to take my clothes across the quad to the laundry mat. Are you kidding me? People really did that! Anyhoo, I made the trip from Auburn to Pensacola AT LEAST once a month so after my maiden voyage to the laundry mat I started loading up my clothes to take home with me. It worked perfectly, and my mom was delighted (You're laughing aren't you mom?) to wash all of my clothes for me. When I moved into the KD dorm my sweet roommate would do my laundry. And then I decided to get married. Did you know husbands actually think wives are supposed to wash clothes? I do attempt to do Lofton's laundry, but he doesn't exactly love how I do it. I get the clothes clean, that's all that matters.

Now for my dislike of vomit. Surely most everyone can agree that it's disgusting and after I tell you about our week I'm even more sure you'll agree. The deceptively cute baby pictured below has been full of yucky mucus left by his croup. He threw up on me, and our bed, three mornings this week. After I feed him in the mornings we hang out in bed for a little while before I dress him. At this point I'm already dressed for work. I then get him dressed for school. Three times this week I have initiated this process only to have projectile vomit come pouring out of this sweet baby. He also threw up in his bed twice. That means instead of wearing five outfits this week we each wore nine. I did a load of laundry every day this week. In fact, I washed Lofton and I's sheets four times. It has been out of control. Thankfully, knock on wood, he has not gotten sick today.

*As you can tell getting sick does nothing to dampen his jovial spirit. I found him laughing in bed, rolling around in yucky. This is when I was in the process of getting him clean and stripping his crib, yet again.