I need a laundry tutor

Once upon a time, I rarely went to bed without my house clean.  But since being pregnant I consider it a successful night if I even remember to brush my teeth.  Which is why I write about things like having a nighttime routine at all:  it’s helpful to capture snapshots of our life so I can remember that there was once a semblance of order around here.  I need to have some hope for when I come out on the other side of this baby building business.

But the other night I had a decent amount of energy and got nearly all of my housework done before bedtime.  There was one last pesky mound of laundry to be hung and I decided to tackle it. 

Hanging laundry at 10:30 p.m. required more brainpower than I had left, apparently.

Witness the Stay-At-Home-Mom’s version of the Rubik’s Cube:

I need to hang a top.  This looks like a simple top, but oh no.   The little piece of cotton sucked every bit of brainpower out of me. 

See, it’s actually two tops, stitched together at the top of the shoulder.  So I had to turn it right-side-out.  Easy enough, right?

The white top should be on the inside, so I flip it that way, but see the problem?  The shoulders are all bunched up and out of whack.   I’m quickly becoming out of whack myself.

I try to switch it around, but now the tag is in the front. The tag is supposed to be in the back.  And why are the shoulders still all messed up?!

After ten minutes of messing with ONE TOP, I came to a solution:

  I was never much for puzzles anyway.