You're fine Late - if either of my ex husbands has been like that and helped out, they may not be exes. One person shouldn't have to carry the entire workload for a family. That said, DH is good about chores, I do the late hours because he is active duty and has to be up at 5 to go do PT and doesn't get home until at least 5 something. He does a lot of the hard labor I'm not capable of, and he will cook and clean if hinted at that I don't have time to do it. I don't think either person in a marriage should have to work all day and come home and work more if their spouse stays home. In exchange, DH lets me sleep in on the weekend, makes me a cup of coffee, and tries not to talk to me until I'm human - which is best for all parties involved. Works for me. Sounds kind of wrong since he's up early all week but he can't sleep in, and I certainly can until about 8.
Baymule, funny thing, we call it "Drill Sergeant Hurricane" - modeled after what a DS will do if they find your stuff unsecure during basic training. I've done it, but only when I'm finding garbage and crap in dresser drawers - I just pull them out and dump in the middle of the floor and close the door on my way out so I don't have to look at it.
Bruce, yes I do realize it doesn't get hot enough to actually sanitize, however, I used to have a friend that was a biologist at Auburn University and she said a capful of bleach sanitizes the whole load. She always washed hers with a little bleach - and that's how I sanitize ours. I'm no germaphobe though, and I only do it when I need stuff to be extra clean. Unfortunately, she passed away some years ago from lyme disease. That was before they just treated you for Lyme disease and waited for a positive test, by the time hers came back positive, it had already affected her lungs severely.
I don't have room in my laundry room for that many hampers, so everyone has one in their room - literally it only has to make it in the hamper, but I find that sucker empty and a closet full of dirty clothes.
Ah, first days of milking. Dolly decided laying down would get her out of it about halfway through - uh nope. She kicked the milking bucket out of my hand and I spilled quite a bit, but not all, and ended up with 14 oz (weight) from this morning - it filled a pint jar without foam. She developed a nice sized udder, and it was easier to milk this morning than last night.
Her lack of patience may be my fault, as though I'm getting better at it, I am still slow, and achy morning hands today - we got rain last night, so I'm feeling arthritic. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and actually feels like good physical therapy for my hand after the December arm surgery.
Babies are all doing well and figured out the bottle, they enjoy sleeping on a heating pad in my guest bathroom. Dragging my butt out of bed at 2 AM was not fun though, just to get up in a few more hours.
