Sunday sorting

Four loads of laundry later and I’m sitting in the middle of our living room like some kind of domestic tornado hit.

Sunday sorting

Jake keeps walking by and shaking his head at my “system” — which basically involves making piles on the floor and hoping for the best.

The fitted sheet situation reached crisis levels around pile three.

The eternal fitted sheet battle

I swear these things have a mind of their own. Jake offered to help but honestly, watching me wrestle with bedding seems to be his Sunday entertainment.

At least everything smells like that lavender detergent Sarah recommended. Small victories, right? Now if I could just figure out where all these random socks came from.