Babywearing and washing diapers, not for the faint of heart.

It's not as easy as it looks.

No, seriously. Today was the first, and possibly the last time I do this.

Let me start by adding that earlier in the day, my husband I had done a pretty intense workout, including squats, lunges, and sit-ups in an attempt to get healthier. So, I was feeling a burn in my thighs.

My husband had to work today, so I was alone with my 2 noodles at home. I get really bored at home; there's not a lot to do, except for finding SOMETHING to do in an already clean house. Well, I did know that I needed to finish the load of laundry already in the washer, and that I definitely needed to get the diapers washed today. Nothing too difficult. I'm a diaper washing queen! They boys were in desperate need of a nap as well, so I made them lay down while I started on my duties.

I grabbed my 3/4 full hamper of diapers and start to go down the stairs, when my 8-month-old decides that he wanted mommy in the room with him. I left the hamper by the washer and went back up to tend to him until he fell back to sleep. I went back and started my prewash and went on to find something to do in the meantime. As the prewash finished, the baby woke back up, and he was NOT happy. So, seeing that I needed to get things done, I grabbed my Moby, put it on, and went and grabbed him from his naptime spot. I went downstairs to unload the washer with the baby in tow. Then, I started having issues. He was wiggly, and wanted to turn his head to see what I was doing as I tried to balance him with one hand, and unload the washer with the other. I went and grabbed a toy for him, and continued about my business.

(Mr. Christian with Patch OTB)

I unloaded the dryer, folded clothes, while keeping the baby from turning around. I took my laundry up the stairs to put clothes away and noticed that he was sagging a lot more than he should from all the wiggling. I looked down, and I think to myself "Okay, we need to resituate things a bit here." So, I plopped him onto the floor to play while I retied my Moby. This time I made sure to make it extra snug. I placed him back in the Moby, and put the clothes away. A few minutes later, the washer was finished, so it was time to unload my diapers. I trudged back down the stairs to my washer, baby in tow once more, to once again unload the washer to put my diapers in the dryer. This time, it didn't take me as long with the prewash, but was still not easy. You can't very well grab with two hands, without risk of squishing your baby, unless you're tall, which I am not. (I'm 5'3".) So once again, I was grabbing with one hand, shaking it out as best as I could, putting aside, grabbing some more, and so on. What would have taken me 5-10 minutes took me about 20 minutes. By the time I got it all in the dryer, I was welcoming a break. While I enjoyed the closeness of my cutie, It made a simple, mundane task very tedious.

Time to take the kids to Grandma's! =)

Maybe when I get home, I can try babywearing and stuffing! (Ha ha ha ha...)