Recycle bin, part deux

Tuesdays are good for recycling. This is a post from another blog.
I decided today was the day I would attempt, yet again, to scale the perpetual heights of Mt. Laundry. I am not sure if I am making any headway. The faster I climb, the more times Hailey decides to change clothes. She doesn't even wear all the ones she puts in the hamper. I know that as a stay-at-home mom, it should be my delight to wash the garments of my beloved cherubs and spouse, but I think if I were independently wealthy, I would resort to purchasing new clothes and bestowing all our soiled ones upon the unsuspecting poor. I don't think the kids know how to turn their clothes right-side out. They must think the laundry fairy comes while we are soundly slumbering in sweet repose and waves her magic jean right-sider-outer wand over the loads of neatly sorted laundry. How does this magical wand know which leg of the pair of jeans to right? For each and every pair has only one leg wrong-side out. To be fair, the kids do help out quite a lot these days. Caleb empties the trash, and unloads the dishwasher. Hailey loads the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and wipes the counters and sinks out. She still hates touching the gooey, gummy substance that gets caught in the drain. I usually get called in for the dirty work. I even tried to let them have a go at their own laundry. Let's just say, I have re-assumed the role of "Mountain Climber Extraordinaire."
Today we have a plumber visiting. I was glad to see that he doesn't fit the stereo-type, for I have yet to see any forbidden body parts. Actually I have not seen much of him at all, because I have banished him to the attic to insulate some pipes. I didn't even bother trying to begin school this morning. I knew he would be in and out, traipsing through the classroom so much, it would be impossible to keep the kids on task. Hailey has already asked if she could get him a drink of water. I just figured if he was thirsty, he could undo a pipe in the attic and help himself. The dogs are on high alert and if anyone is truly alarmed by the frenetic yapping of two Yorkies, I think they would have headed for the hills by now.