In case anyone was wondering if doing laundry with twin toddlers running around got easier for me after the dryer incident today, I’m here to tell you that it, in fact, did not. It actually went terribly, terribly wrong.

Yesterday, I did a bunch of laundry and left the lid of the washer open, as I always do, so it doesn’t stink. The joke is on me with that one.  As I was cleaning the kids up last night, Todd opened the laundry room door and tossed in the day’s laundry (from each kid) as I finished washing them up. We can only assume that one small child (or children) decided to take the contents of the garbage pail which is front of the washer, and toss everything in the washer. When I looked in the machine this morning I only saw a pile of dirty clothes. I received the surprise of a lifetime when I went to move the clothes over to the dryer.  Not only was that beautifully enlarged diaper wrapped up in my brand new sweatshirt, but I also found at least ten baby wipes, what used to be paper towels and poop. Yes, poop. More precisely, I found balls of human poop mixed in with all of our “clean” clothing. After what I can only describe as the worst fishing expedition of all time, the poop was removed, and everything was re-washed – with LOTS of bleach.

I’m so glad these boys have my back and make sure I’m never, ever bored.