Weighing in on the laundry issue.

I am avoiding the laundry.


Shocker I know.



I have cleaned, scrubbed and organized 3 other rooms in the house.



I seriously have an issue with laundry.

Oh and that picture above. Double that. That picture was taken 3 weeks ago.

I still haven't touched the laundry.

Now don't get me wrong, I wash laundry. Almost every day.

I hang up Spaghetti's work clothes, and carry all the clothes up stairs... and that's it. Everyone has clean underware, and clothes. I live out of the baskets I wash.

That is where I get stuck. I just drop the basket and avoid it like a 5th grader avoids a book report due yesterday.

Sigh... I can no longer see my bedroom floor. The long dresser is covered in mismatched socks, and outgrown kids clothes.

In the corner of the room are 3 baskets full of random crap, winter shoes (I put them up there in the spring to be put away), and papers, files, and some other stuff.

I have come to realize that I need a laundry overhaul.

I need to purge my clothes. Bag them up and ship them out.

I think my problem with the clothes is there are different times in my life wardrobes living in that room.

There are the adorable "pre baby" clothes. These are cute little tshirts that I just can't get rid of because I SWEAR I will fit into them again. I swear I won't muffin top out of my jeans, and I won't look 5 months pregnant in my tshirts.

When I could proudly parade around my house in a sports bra and sport my abs proud (Aerial, myself and Spaghetti got into a water fight if your wondering)

Then there are the "post baby" clothes. These are clothes that I bought to get me through the summer after each kid. Saying the weight won't just fall off, so I need to have something to wear for now. (3 years later I am still wearing "those" clothes)

Now I have clothes that range in the way-too-fucking-tight-can't-breathe-in-these-shirts, and just-a-bit-to-big-so-it-hangs-kinda-funny clothes.

Sigh... there are a few things that fit me. Those I wear, like pajama pants, and some tshirts, my jeans (thanks to Aeriel's sister for cleaning out her closet!)

I guess I am waiting for the magic skinny fairy to poof and make me skinny again. Even though I may just have to face reality and realize that when I see that my friends, like Quigs78 are taking step classes, and running 5k's, and my neighbor is always posting on FB about her early morning work outs, I am noticing a trend here.

I have to work at getting skinny again? Ugg, when I was a teen I just WAS skinny. Didn't have to work at the flat tummy, and cute little butt. Now I have a muffin top any baker would be proud of, and an ass that could swallow a g-string (thanks Kanye West) see below. Yep, that is me in my swim suit, in July. Add 8.5 lbs to that.

I was all gun ho about making this the summer to get fit. Aaaaanndd, I never started, well maybe for a half a day. There is always a reason, my birthday is one, a celebration, a holiday, well for me no good reason is reason enough to eat what I want.


And with hoodie weather right upon us I am royally screwed.


I asked my MIL, for a Christmas present I know she loves to give me. A day.


It's a day of JUST me and her, we go shopping for clothes for me. Nothing insane, but usually a nice outfit, that I use as my "Holiday Party" outfit, and then some basic winter wear. I haven't had that in a few years.


BUT I don't want to have to wear this size of clothes. Grrr... how many days till my shopping day? Can I drop 30 pounds in 3 months? 10 lbs a month? Shieet. I am sCrEwEd.


Well folks. I don't know what to tell you. Outside of the fact that I am 8.5 lbs heavier then when I started my eating right this summer, I can just say I am not motivated. I am a McD's drive thru junkie, and if it's not that it's Taco Bell. I love pasta, potatoes and my ass shows it.


I look like I opened up my skin and dumped cottage cheese down my legs. I can't even suck it in to fake it any more.


To boot, we are all fighting colds, so I again have the motivation to just eat comfort foods.

Maybe I will get a spark. A spark that will help me decide to just eat right, and get my ass up earlier then the kids and work out each morning.


BTW, my mom is picking up lunch today and stopping over. Do we go with McD's or Taco Bell? Fuck it we decided on KFC's potato bowls.