I have two this week, the second much more unloved hated than the first.
Not for the reason you might think, like having to do it so often or anything like that. No, I don’t love baby laundry for this simple reason: folding it takes 400 times longer than a basket of adult laundry. Because baby laundry is so tiny, you can fit way more pieces into a load than say mine or Aaron’s clothes. I don’t love folding laundry really at all, so when I have to hang up 18 things and fold 30 and match all the tiny tiny socks, I just don’t love it. I will survive.
Quite possibly God’s worst creation. You are disagreeing with me, thinking spiders are worse. But they are not. When you see a spider, you can get it, and you aren’t worried about 10,000 of his brothers coming right behind him. And you can get rid of a spider, but you can never fully get rid of ants. Even if you vacuum. And clean up your messes. They will just decide your kitchen is out of style and move to your bathroom. And just when you think you’ve won the war in the bathroom, they are back in the kitchen. Oh Raid, you are my friend, but I don’t know what I will do when my child starts crawling. I think the recipe Raid + Baby = Death.